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Part 5 Cindy’s Turn Cindy turned to look for Terry’s phone as he quickly reached it on the floor, picking it up to read it, as he dodged her reach. “Who is it? Give me your fucking phone now!!!” “It’s just Gary, checking to make sure we’re ok” Terry lied “You’re fucking lying… give it to me now” The phone actually read. That wasn’t very nice Of her, was it? That was really Painful!!! She should be nicer To you!! Wouldn’t it be nice if MOMMY had milk in her Breasts To feed her baby? YES🔴 No🔴 Terry quickly pushed YES, as he continued to dodge her grasps, a small smile returning to his face. Cindy reaching as she drove swerving down the road. Are you sure? Do you really want To be breast fed From your MOMMY FOREVER!!?? YES🔴 No🔴 Again Terry quickly pushed YES, and smiled larger with excitement. Cindy finally grabbed the phone and quickly read it as she drove. “You shitty fuckin asshole.. take that shit back… there’s no fucking way you’re nursing from my tit.” But it was too late, less than a second later she felt her breast filling with milk as her C cups enlarged, and pushed out around her bra. She felt pressure growing as she grabbed at them, throwing Terry’s phone to the floor in front of her, growling in frustration, as her bra stretched and snapped free behind her. She could feel her nipples grow larger, looking down as they poked further outwards. Trying to squeeze them back in, milk dribbled out through her thin bra, and absorbed by her cotton shirt, causing dark moist circles to appear over her nipples. Terry watched intently, taking another large swig of coffee, as his penis pushed against the mush, growing hard again in his destroyed diaper. He tried to reach and rub the front of his diaper, but his hand wouldn’t touch it. His mouth watered, he opened it to accept his thumb, sucking hard as he rubbed his hairless chest under his tight shirt, while thrusting his hips slightly. Cindy continued to clench her teeth in anger, but thoughts developed in her head. ‘I need him to suck them… No… fuck him… that’s what he wants, I’m not breastfeeding him… just get to this fucking store… I’m just leaving him there in his shitty diaper… but… if I can just have him relieve… Noo don’t give in’ her mind continued to struggle Her phone distracted her from her thoughts saying in a female voice. “arrive at your destination on the left” She jerked the car through the steady, oncoming traffic bouncing into the parking lot, and stopped next to the only other vehicle, an immaculate, lifted jeep, which had a specialized Florida license plate. “Daddy” which neither of them noticed. Cindy just sat there for a few seconds trying to decide what to do, again debating on why she was here, what to do with her stinky husband, and most of all annoyed by her breast. Taking a deep breath opened her door, grabbed her phone, and climbed out, with one arm still wrapped around her leaking bosoms. Terry just sat behind her, with a eager grin behind his thumb, He looked out at the building seeing a small sign near the front door, “Big Babies” he read out loud, thinking ‘this should be good’ as she started walking around the car. Cindy opened his door and grabbed his wrist harshly, pulling his thumb from his mouth, as he looked up at her, helping her pull him from the car. “I don’t even wanta hear one little suckle from your mouth…if you have any fucking idea what’s good for you, you’ll listen to mommy,… and wipe that fucking grin from your face… and keep your mouth shut” Cindy pulled Terry towards the door, thinking. ‘I don’t know what kind of freak show I’m walking into…just get a few things for my stink ball and leave… and maybe if I can find a place to change his stinky diaper… oh, and wouldn’t it be wonderful if he could relieve just a little pressure in my breasts’ As she began to give in to temptations. Terry continued to smile, waddling behind her, as she pulled him along, his diaper hung low, swaying and crinkling with each step. He could feel his hairless legs rubbing against the smooth plastic, exciting him further, and distracted him from the uncomfortable load in his diaper. Cindy barged through the door, and was surprised by the blast of cool air mixed with a fresh warm welcoming smell of lavender and coconuts, looking across a well organized shelving system in front of her. A handsome late middle aged man stood up behind a shelf as the bell hanging from the door rang loudly, against the otherwise quiet store. “Can I help you?” The man smirked at the sight before him. Cindy caught off guard by not finding what she expected, her face turned confused. Still holding her breasts, stopped just inside the door. “Is this… um is this the… ALBD store?” Her tone softened. Terry looked around noticing the rows of neatly stacked packages of diapers, along the shelves, packages of binkys, well organized hung neatly, containers of wipes, powder and creams displayed perfectly. There wasn’t any wild colors or revealing pictures. It just looked, clean, neat, and a bit boring. The man calmly set something down on the shelf, and walked around the shelf towards them. Giving her a questioning look, answered. “ABDL…. And yes welcome to Big Babies” He took a whiff as he got closer, and pinched his nose. Interrupting Cindy before she could even say anything. “Unfortunately I can’t be of any assistance, until he gets a clean diaper…. Follow me, I have a nursery back here, you’ll have to be quiet though, my little one is in for her morning nap, luckily she’s a sound sleeper, but I don’t want her awakened.” Cindy still caught up, a bit started to follow him pulling Terry along, quietly responding “uh..ok” He led them through to the back and carefully opened a door already partially ajar, and bumped the dimmer up just a smidge on the wall. Cindy walked in slowly, slightly concerned about walking into the dim room with this stranger, but curious. The room under low light was perfectly decorated pink and purple, neatly wrapped in white trim, magical looking stars glowed slightly, miscellaneously placed around the top half of the room, there was a large white crib in the corner, with a dimly lit mobile spinning above it, pony’s and princess’s dancing in orbit as small patches of light drifted across the walls. A large white book shelf carried, neatly arranged books by size, and thickness, sat against the wall. Turning she saw a large plush loveseat, perfectly matching the pink on the walls, with a small white coffee table, which held perfectly matching purple coasters, and medium sized lamp, with purple shade, pink and white base, and a tricolor thin rope hanging under the shade, all an exact match. Turning the other way, as she continued to admire the room, stood a large, best described as a changing table, once again matching the decor, with pink knobs on the white drawers, and a purple pad stretched across it, noting the 4 pink straps, which she accurately guessed 1 for each, someone’s head, each hand, and across their chest. Next to that was another shelf, also completely organized with a multitude of colored diapers, wipes, powder and creams. There was quiet classical music that seemed to pleasantly fill the room, playing from undetectable speakers. The whole situation seemed to calm Cindy, allowing her to feel more patient. Terry just stood there, amazed by the detail of the nursery. He couldn’t help comparing this nursery, to the one he had imagined in his mind so many times. Honestly it was better than he imagined, the colors weren’t what he had in his head but, he couldn’t help noticing the details as he rubbed his legs together, feeling the the smooth sagging diaper in between his thighs. His imagination drifted as he saw the large toy box along the wall, beside the changing table. Decorated with perfect lettering, alternating pink and purple spelling TOYS against the white chest. He couldn’t help thinking of crawling on the thick carpet surrounded by toys, as he played, stacking blocks, or pushing cars about, his mommy sitting nearby pleasantly watching. The man whispered, pulling the couple back to reality. “Ok I’ll leave you to it” Pointing towards the changing table. “You should find everything you need, please don’t make a mess, and there is no trash can in here, so please take that with you” as he pointed towards Terry’s diaper, then walked out of the room. Cindy softly replied “thank you” And pulled Terry towards the changing table. Terry crinkled climbing up on the changing table, his now cooled load, squished against his bottom making him cringe a little as he lay flat. Cindy still caught off guard by the situation, starting to organize her head as the pleasant room seemed to calm her. ‘Should I strap him down?’ Then shaking her head yes, as she watched him squirm trying to find a comfortable position to rest his body. She again felt her breasts ache as she leaned forward above him. He eagerly watched her large breasts hang beneath her shirt, her nipples seemed to poke towards him behind the thin shirt and bra, as he let her strap him tightly down. She pulled a colorful, diaper away from the stack and unfolding it seeing pictures of fairy’s and princess’s across it, let out a little giggle, whispering. “Won’t mommies baby look cute in this?” Holding it up towards him. Terry responded with “whatever” rolling his eyes. She grabbed a handful of wipes before releasing his diaper, prepared for any unexpected fountains. Saying to herself “He couldn’t have anything left in him” as she felt the squishy, yellow and brown padding. Opening the diaper completely exposed the room to his stench, she continued to quietly comment “Aren’t you just a stinky boy” she held the wipes over him, as his hard penis bounced forward. Only a dribble of urine ran down to his bare skin. Cindy was completely unfazed, by the stink and mess inside, trained in delivering babies. She again buried her nails into his now hairless groin, saying quietly “You better not make a sound or mommy will rip it off” Terry grimace in pain biting his lip, as once again his hard-on shrunk. Cindy admired his smooth body as she cleaned his shit away, thinking to herself ‘Hmmm.. just like a actual baby, so nice and smooth’ Cindy pulled his penis to direct him, saying “up for mommy” as Terry without hesitation lifted his bum, while being cleaned, still clinching his teeth in pain, a small patch of cream was applied between his legs, a puff of powder, and then taped into his new very thick princess diaper, with his soft dick buried deep between his legs. She smoothed the padding across his crotch and ran her fingers up the leg gathers, happy with the fit of his new diaper. Cindy wrapped up all his mess in the old diaper and set it aside, then cleaned her hands with a wipe. With the diaper change completed, her attention was once again grabbed by her aching breasts, she thought for a second as he was still held in-mobile. ‘I could just push my breast in his mouth for a second” As soon as the thought crossed her mind she couldn’t help but pull up her t-shirt and pushed loose her bra out of the way, leaning over the changing table she directed her nipple into his open, eager mouth. Terry was engulfed in euphoria, the diaper change was much closer to his fantasy, and now as she pushed her nipple into his open mouth, while being held helplessly against the table, He couldn’t believe how wonderful her nipple felt as he pulled it deep into his mouth, her delicious milk filled his mouth as he swallowed. His penis again throbbed, and he drifted into fantasy, slowly developing a rhythm, nursing against her full breast. Feeling like this was the most natural thing ever, everything was completely designed to fit this way. He wiggled his bum in delight as his smooth diaper slid against the padding. Cindy’s legs wobbled as his smooth, warm, skin pressed against her, she gasped in relief as he nursed, it felt wonderful. She gained her senses as she felt relief, and plucked her nipple out of his mouth, only to replace it with her other breast, again gasping in pleasure as her eyes rolled up into her head and grasping his head. She felt the pressure subsided, and opened her eyes seeing the love set in front of her, as her back ached from bending over, she decided to move this to someplace more comfortable. Terry was disappointed as her breast was once again plucked from his mouth, she stood above him and quickly unstrapped him, as her t-shirt fell over her breasts. He sat up he felt the thick diaper holding his legs apart, the smooth plastic against his hairless legs the warm clean padding embracing his hard cock, looking at the pink colorful princesses and fairy’s, smooth over his groin. The feeling of helplessness the taste of her milk still in his mouth. He shuttered wanting climax, sighing in desire. Cindy firmly grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the changing table, continuing backward she sunk into the far side of the love seat, and pulled him on top of her as she again pulled her t-shirt up out of the way. Without hesitation he rooted against her finding her nipple, pulling it deep against the roof of his mouth, as he curled up on the loveseat, she pulled him into her, cradling his head, biting her bottom lip, as her head fell back against the cushion. Then her phone chimed with a new text message.

Chapter 33: Mornings I WOKE UP the next morning as Mackenzie opened up the ‘pod’ and lifted me out. “Well, good morning, sweetie,” she said to me. I wanted nothing to do with the giant manipulating my body like a baby. Still, I managed to grumble, “Morning,” to her. She moved me onto her hip and squeezed me a moment later. “Ready for your swim?” I nodded, “Please, it helps me wake up!” She smiled as she sat me upright on the changing table and began unzipping the sleeper I wore. I blushed and jumped at the intrusive diaper check as she exposed it. “All dry still!” “Good, that’s the way I should be,” I told her, noting she was only wearing a bikini right then, and her breasts were far too close to my face right then. I turned red thinking about that! “Well, yes, you are a big boy after all,” she managed to sound both supportive and completely condescending at the same time. She pulled me completely free from the sleeper and picked me up off the table, placing me naked except for the diaper on her hip. “Let’s take you to the potty; I’m sure you need to go!” I nodded, as it was actually pretty bad too! I was placed down on the floor by the potty, and she pulled the tabs of the diaper free before picking me up to sit me down on it without giving me a chance to do it myself. I blushed as she stared at me as I went, but I released my bladder directly into the juvenile toilet while trying not to look at her. ‘Something about having someone like her watch you go potty all of the time has to be a tactic to desensitize us,’ I guessed. When I was done, she left me no opportunity to wipe myself, instead reaching to take care of it quickly with a wad of paper. “Okay, let’s put your swim diaper on, then we’ll get you downstairs!” she said with a smile. I followed her directions mostly without giving her much reaction as she dressed me into the swimsuit. My hair was placed into the swim cap, and we were out the door with me clinging to the mostly naked nest mother! ‘Somehow, I bet she thinks she’s getting skin-to-skin bonding time out of this,’ I nervously thought. Fortunately for me, the rest of the trip down to the pool was harmless, and I was in the water and swimming for a good hour before she caught my attention. This time she carried me back up to the room without talking to anyone else. I was feeling self-conscious when she carried me in when I saw several of my nest mates staring out their pods. At least a couple of them looked… jealous. ‘Probably want to use the potty,’ I thought from a couple more pained expressions. She sat me down and dug through my clothes, handing me a uniform minus the blazer already hanging from my chair. The juvenile Pull-Up was at the top of the pile, and I couldn’t help myself from blushing. ‘At least it’s not a diaper,’ I reminded myself. ‘Not that I’ll probably be able to avoid that forever!’ Mackenzie followed me into the bathroom and took the swim diaper from me. She threw it away after looking at it, “No poopies!” she said with a smile. “I don’t know if you’ve looked at your potty chart, but right now, it’s definitely the best one in the nest!” “Umm… I hadn’t, but thanks,” I told the tall nest mother. My whole naked body was blushing, and I felt like I had a fever! “Of course, at the rate, the rest of the nest is going, you’ll probably be the only one still wearing big boy pants next week. Can’t believe how many accidents everyone else is having! And no one except you has had a dry diaper the past couple of days at night.” “Huh,” I said passively. I was awkwardly moving towards the shower. “I’m going to take a shower; maybe someone else will be dry when you get them out of bed in a moment?” “Maybe,” she agreed. “I doubt it, though; I heard the other nest mothers talking about there being more bedwetters this semester in their nests already too.” She shrugged, “Enjoy your shower!” Finally clear of the giant staring down at my naked body, I quickly hopped into the shower area! As I showered and prepared myself over the next hour, I watched several of my nest mates look confused. Apparently, bedwetting was new for most of them, and they didn’t understand why they started now in their fourth semester? We walked together to the dining hall for breakfast. I ended up at a table with Ava and Amy, which Grayson and Elijah joined. It was undeniable that Elijah was crushing on Ava, and I couldn’t help but trade a few comments with Amy quietly about it since she sat beside me. “So… umm… I have kind of an embarrassing question?” Ava asked. “Huh?” I found myself saying with a couple other voices. “Do they like put something in the food all the time?” “What do you mean?” Amy asked. “I haven’t wet the bed since I was three years old, according to my parents, but I’ve now wet the last three nights without waking up?” Elijah shook his head, “Probably not in the food,” he looked around to see who was about, “I think they put some sort of devices in our pods or something. I’ve never had the problem unless I just couldn’t hold it because Mackenzie left me there for extra time. Suddenly I’m not waking up and just going in my sleep?” Grayson looked at me, “You haven’t had one yet, though, have you?” I shook my head, “No?” “I wonder if it’s just because he keeps getting Mackenzie to let him out early to do whatever they’re doing together in the mornings?” Elijah asked semi-accusingly. “She’s just taking me to the pool to go swimming. When we had our orientation, they mentioned that if you were good, some nest mothers would take you to exercise in the mornings…?” “First time I’ve ever heard of that happening,” Grayson said while Elijah nodded. “I bet she’s picked you,” Elijah said. “Picked me?” I asked. Ava and Amy looked on silently while Elijah ensured no one else was around. “It’s not a formal rule or anything…? And they’d deny it if anyone ever made an accusation. Still, when a nest mother graduates with their graduate degree, they get to take their pick of the litter, so to speak.” “You’re saying Mackenzie has picked Connor?” Ava asked. “What do you even mean by that?” “That she’ll want me to be her ‘adopted’ Little,” I replied for him. “I’d kind of already guessed that.” “You had?” Grayson asked. “I’m not stupid, but I also know the longer she is happier with me, the longer I can avoid getting any sort of penalties to force me that way. I’m not without some resources if there’s no just cause,” I added. “Like?” Elijah asked. I nodded at where Beth walked in with Cassie, “Beth’s dad is one. Apparently, our parents were friends in college.” “Why does that do any good?” Ava asked. “Her dad is a Supreme Court Justice,” Grayson said approvingly. “You are connected, I guess.” “We’ll see if that does any good, though?” I shrugged, “I will say if I end up getting stuck here, Mackenzie wouldn’t be the worst mommy.” “No, that’s definitely Madelyn’s honor,” Elijah said. With a look in his eyes, I realized the nest mother was sitting at a tall table, and several of her nest were all in high chairs around it. One of the Littles was sitting in her lap and facing her… “She’s breastfeeding Everly?” Amy squeaked. “You’re with her, aren’t you?” I asked. She nodded, “She’s been pushing things like pacifiers and having me leave our diapers uncovered when we’re in the nest… I didn’t… she can’t…?” Amy nearly had a panic attack then. I reached over and grabbed her in a side hug, “Just don’t volunteer for it,” I said. “You do not want to start drinking that,” I added, “it’s addictive to us, and you will lose all of your continence.” She hugged me back for a second, “Thanks for caring. I’m screwed,” she said. “Huh?” “I bet that’s the special milk she gave me in a baby bottle last night,” she said quietly. “Oh,” several voices joined. Right then, Mackenzie appeared, “You doing okay, boys and girls? Are you all friends? Maybe we can set up a nest playdate this weekend?” Her words came quickly, and it allowed some distraction for Amy. Ava said, “Sure, that would be fun!” “I’ll see what I can do; you’re with Miss Kaylee, right Ava?” “Yes, ma’am,” she said. “I know Madelyn would enjoy it too, so we’ll see what we can do! You all have fun at class today; make sure you pay good attention in class!” We all nodded. “Well, what do you have for classes today?” Grayson said to switch the subject. Thankfully, that was a better topic until we mentioned we had the Littles Seminar together later. “You’re not freshmen; why are they making you take that?” Grayson asked. “Probably so they can be aware of their ‘options,’” Elijah answered. I nodded, “That was my guess…?” “What is that?” Amy asked. “Basically, a class to make you aware of how much better your life will be if you give up the college dream and volunteer instead to be adopted through the university services,” Elijah told her quietly. “If I ever get within two demerits from going out, though, that’s my choice,” Grayson said darkly. “Fortunately, I haven’t had a single one this year.” “What?” Amy asked. I looked at the time and said, “I’ve got to get to my first class; if these guys don’t explain it well enough, I’ll try and fill you in later. I’m sure it’ll be obvious within five minutes of the seminar, though.” “Where are you heading?” Elijah asked “Matisse Center?” “Oh, art class?” Elijah looked surprised. “Screenwriting this morning,” I replied. “I have another class there after lunch for Cinematic Narratives.” “Cool, good luck!” “Thanks,” I said, shouldering my backpack and getting stopped by Mackenzie on my way out. “All dry still?” she asked as she knelt before me and felt my Pull-Up through my pants. I nodded, blushing, “Yes, Miss Mackenzie.” She smiled, “Good boy! Have a good day in class! I’ll see you when you get back today.” “Thanks,” I said, “Umm… you too.” Her face brightened, and I wondered if that was the closest to politeness or affection she’d gotten for some reason. BETH WAS FINISHING her breakfast when she noticed Connor look towards her for a second. She and another dormmate Reila were having breakfast together that morning. Yesterday she’d discovered she was taking the same Signals and Systems class with her. Reila was a shorter Betweener, closer to her dad’s height when he first arrived at Emerson. She was about six-foot-three, so she was always on the watch for Bigs deciding she was close enough to a Little to be used as one. “So, I was at the store with my parents, and this stupid lady threw the contents of a water bottle on me!” “Seriously?” Beth asked. “What did you do?” “Well, she immediately was like, ‘Uh-oh, did the wittle girl make tinkles in her panties?’ I knew I was in trouble, especially because it smelled like pee!” “Wait! She actually…?!?” Reila nodded, “It was sooooooo gross!!!” She squirmed in her seat. “Thankfully, the store had cameras, and my dad was nearby. Since he’s ten feet tall, they at least listened to him say watch the video before letting her kidnap me.” “What did they do then?” “Well, the woman tried to run as soon as they agreed to run the cameras, but the security officers for the store held her. Once they saw what had happened, the police officers took her into custody and charged her with attempted kidnapping.” “What did you do then?” “Well, the manager was kind enough to bring me a set of clothes to change into.” Beth noticed her blush and asked, “But…?” “Ugh! They were like for a preschooler! And they,” she looked around and whispered, “brought me a damn princess Pull-Up for panties!” Beth couldn’t help but laugh then, “Sorry, Reila, that sounds horrible!” “You have ever been that close to something?” She asked. Beth squirmed now, not about to share her truth with this girl she was only casually friends with. “Unfortunately,” she said, adding, “Nevaeh over there is in the Littles dorm for that one…?” “Huh?” She looked over, “Oh, is that why a Big got demoted?” Beth nodded and told her the story before they threw their trash out. She headed to Marconi Hall for a class she knew would be yet another brain-buster this semester! IT WAS A pretty decent trek to get to the Matisse Center on campus. It was on the other side of the quad from any of the main science and engineering buildings. I felt sick as I walked and realized I would have to pass the campus daycare each of these days! There were Littles outside ‘playing’ on the playground equipment. Most seemed to be crawling around, but a few toddled back and forth. Not wanting to seem interested, I kept my head moving forward and soon found my way to a normal-looking classroom. About fifteen minutes early, I decided to skip back to the bathroom. I quickly used a urinal with my step stool, washed my hands, and returned to find an older gentleman setting up a presentation upfront. “Oh, hi there,” he said kindly like he was talking to a kindergartner, “I’m Professor Gibney. Are you lost?” “Good morning, I’m Connor Slane,” I smiled even though I hated that voice. “This is Screenwriting, correct?” “Why, yes, it is?” “Then I’m in the right place,” I said. Not wanting to invite help, I found my way to the front of the first terrace in the classroom, placed my folding booster on the chair, and climbed up. It was still pretty tough to see over the long table that extended around the front row in front of me, but I figured I could make do. “I’ll have to remember to ask for a Little chair here to help you out, Connor. Unusual to get a Little in this class.” I smiled, “I’m sure it’ll be a great class,” I told him. He smiled back and thankfully got back to whatever he was setting up. I pulled out my university tablet and found a note-taking app I’d discovered. I was simultaneously watching people enter the room. It was quite an eclectic group of students entering what would apparently be a larger class for me. I quickly counted chairs and figured we’d have around twenty-six students if it was a full class. I didn’t see anyone less than a Betweener’s height, and most of them seemed to be typical Bigs. Some of the people who walked in looked like they would fit in well with the business world back home. In contrast, others looked like they were trying to outdo each other with outrageous hair color patterns, piercings, and the coolest tattoos I’d ever seen! One guy was carrying his jacket in his arms and, despite the cold room, showed off his bare arms with his short sleeve shirt. I found myself entranced by the tattoos on one of his arms. There were several, but the largest featured an eagle swooping in at a fish. The art was so detailed and colorful that it would probably have been considered amazing back home. Still, this one was actually moving and swooping in! It was like some old-fashioned GIF but on his skin. This particular guy seemed to be almost as tall as Beth’s mom. He sat down next to me and noticed me staring, “Hey, I’m Will,” he said politely. “Hi, I’m Connor,” I responded, “your tattoo is really cool.” He smiled, “Thanks, Christmas present from my girlfriend.” “Cool,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “Huh?” “I’m not from here,” I started to say, realizing I recognized one of my classmates. She and I made eye contact at about the same time, and while I grimaced, she grinned like a cat swallowing a canary. “Well, we meet again, little boy! 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Forty-Five Three days until my mother visits. Another day, another diaper. I again found myself in the center of Ms. Heller’s office, first thing in the morning, so that she could go through the ritual of checking my diaper. My pants were pulled down, the diaper was exposed, and her fingers would poke and pull at the garment as she saw fit. The state of the diaper was usually incredibly obvious as soon as my pants were pulled down–if not before. Still, we both seemed to like the routine enough that we always went through with it. I had come into the office in a wet diaper. Wetter than usual–practically leaking. I felt like I had begun to develop a sixth sense for knowing the remaining capacity of whatever diaper I was wearing. Based on its weight, it’s sag, the number of times I had wet it, and how long ago I had wet it last, I was getting better at judging how much time I’d have until I absolutely had to get it changed. This particular diaper was, as best as I could tell, as swollen as it was going to get without causing embarrassing stains in my clothing. “You smell like pee,” Mommy said to me as she leaned in close to my diaper as part of her inspection. I blushed some. I wasn’t completely surprised by that–I had been wetting in this diaper since I woke up. Still, I couldn’t remember a time when Mommy had called me out for smelling…pissy. “I like it,” she said, giving my bottom a firm pat. “It fits you quite nicely.” “Th-thank you.” “Apologies for making you suffer through that meeting yesterday morning,” she said, still orbiting me while prodding my diaper. “Somebody had to sit through it. This is why I have assistants, you know?” “It wasn’t all bad,” I said. “Ava was there for Ms. Beaufort too.” “Ah yes,” she said, grinning slightly. She knew this already, of course. “I bet that was nice.” I still hadn’t gotten to talk to Ava since we were whisked away by Lyndie for diaper changes in the nursery. Ava had tried to tell me something, and I still had no idea what it was. It was eating at me. The curiosity was becoming all-consuming. I was tempted to ask Ms. Heller if she knew what it might have been. But that seemed like the wrong approach for this mystery. Ms. Heller didn’t know everything. Besides, I wanted to hear it–whatever it was–from Ava’s lips. “I-it was,” I said. “I thought so,” she snickered. “I saw your notes.” “M-my notes? You saw those?” “Baby, you left them on top of your desk. Anyone could’ve seen them. In fact, I wonder if anyone else had happened upon it.” My face felt incredibly hot as I tried to remember what I had written down in my notebook. I had wet myself during the meeting, but did I write that down? “It was only half a conversation,” Mommy said. “Maybe I’m missing a little bit of context. But you did mention wetting yourself.” My heart sank. I had written that down. “You had also inquired if Ava was going to mess herself. I assume she didn’t?” “No,” I said. “She didn’t.” “I’m sure I’d have known about it if she did. Everyone in the entire building would’ve known.” “W-we were just joking about that…” “Sure,” Mommy said. “You and I know that. Ava knows that. But to someone just walking past your cubicle and catching a glance of your notebook…” She was just teasing me, I was sure of it. It was easy to embarrass and frazzle me. As always, it was working. “So, did you finalize plans with your mother?” she asked. “Well, she’s coming up this weekend,” I answered. “Whether I like it or not.” “And what are your plans with her? Going out for a nice meal? Allowing her the chance to change one of your diapers, like in the good ol’ days?” It was hard to take the actual questions more seriously when they were so casually tossed alongside the more sarcastic questions intended to get a rise out of me. Still, I tried my best to answer the more pertinent questions. “I imagine we’ll go out and get some food together.” “I’d like to help with that, if I may.” “How so?” “A woman of my social and business standing has a certain amount of sway in this town. I’m thinking I could help you make a good impression on your mother. Perhaps I could get you some prime seating at one of the city’s best restaurants.” “W-well, that’s very nice of you, Mommy. But I’d still have to be able to afford it…” “Don’t be silly,” she said, her lips curled into a grin. “It’ll be on me. One of the many perks of being my favorite assistant.” “Only assistant.” “Semantics. Besides, you’ve been such a good boy lately–what, with the Seattle trip and all. It’s the least I could do.” I wasn’t especially comfortable accepting her charity–especially without knowing if there was some sort of catch to it. I wouldn’t have put that past her. Still, the idea of impressing my mother with brunch at a fancy restaurant did feel like the sort of power move I needed to tip the scales in my favor during her visit. I wanted my mother to see that I was succeeding. That I was an independent adult who– “But, truly,” she said, cutting off my internal monologue. “You smell like a pissy little toddler.” I wondered if this would be how my mother would see me too. Perhaps not literally–I seriously hoped there was not a situation where she smelled my diaper, let alone knew that I was wearing one–but that she’d see me as just a helpless child still. And maybe I was? It was hard to argue that I wasn’t. I just didn’t want her to see me that way. “I, uhm, probably need a change, Mommy.” Nothing built a case for being a mature adult quite like that statement. She laughed. “Ah, well, I’ll let you know when it’s time for a diaper change, Baby.” A lesson I should’ve learned by now–just about everything is out of my control. “You don’t have anywhere to be this morning, do you?” she asked. “N-no,” I said, shaking my head. If I did–it’d only be because she had assigned it to me. “Take off your pants and sit on the ground for me in your diaper. I don’t know what it is about today’s diaper, but I’m quite enjoying it. The perfect amount of squishiness and musk. Why don’t you sit down and marinate in it a little longer. I’d like to see if it ripens a little further in an hour or two.” I did as she asked with no questions. It wasn’t the craziest thing she had ever asked for, but I did feel like I was being reduced to a decoration in her office. A science experiment, maybe. I kicked off my shoes and lowered my pants completely to the ground so that I could step out of them completely. Then, I just lowered myself to the ground, sitting on the soggy lump that was my diaper. I swore I could hear the squick of the mushy padding shifting beneath me. I definitely caught a whiff of something purely infantile–a mix of baby powder and pee. I could understand what she liked about it. Were my cage not locked up, I was certain that I’d be hard as a rock. “Can I ask you something?” I said from the floor. “Of course,” she said, returning to her desk. “What was your mother like?” “Hmm.” She eased herself into her expensive-looking office chair–it might as well have been a throne. “Not a subject I was expecting to broach today.” “You don’t have to talk about it,” I said. “I was just curious.” “Your soggy pampers have me in a good enough mood that I’ll share a little.” “Thank you, Mommy.” “You know, for a long time, my mother really frustrated me. Not because she was bad or mean. Quite the contrary, really–she was a saint. She was full of kindness and generosity. She’d have done anything for anyone.” “She sounds nice,” I said. “Why would that frustrate you?” “She was a housewife,” Mommy said with a shrug. “Maybe a little more common at that time. But she toiled through our house all day, everyday, like it was her job. It was her job. All the laundry. Dusting. Vacuuming. She made sure breakfast was on the table when we woke up. She made sure dinner was on the table every evening. And my family–myself included–we exploited that.” I still wasn’t quite sure where the ‘frustrating’ part came in. “I kind of resented her,” she continued. I mean, I never hated her. But to be a beautiful and intelligent woman–living a life of servitude for an ungrateful husband and children–I just didn’t get the appeal of that. She could’ve been anything. She told me once she wanted to be a teacher. That never happened, of course. So I swore that I’d never end up like her.” “A follower?” I asked. “Like…leaders and followers?” She laughed. “I’ve taught you a thing or two. Yes, she was a follower. And I didn’t want to be a follower. I wanted to be a leader–like my father.” I nodded. Meanwhile, my body gently slid back and forth on my soggy diaper–the feeling of the moist bulk rubbing against my bottom was channeling tiny tingles through my whole body as I listened to her talk. I didn’t even realize I had been doing it at first. “I see things a little differently now,” she said. “Age will do that to you. I spent my whole life trying to avoid being like my mother, only to realize that I do wish I was more…maternal.” “Well, you have a baby in diapers,” I said. “That seems like a good start.” “Not quite the same thing,” she laughed. “Though I agree.” The room fell silent for a few minutes. She was working at her desk while I sat there in the center of her floor. A decoration, just marinating in my own juices. “What is your mother like?” Mommy asked. “Protective,” I said. “Uh…smothering, at times.” She laughed pretty hard. “Do you think she and I would get along?” “I’d like it if we never found out.” “Party pooper. And pants-pooper. Speaking of…how’s your diaper doing?” I was still shifting back and forth–micromovements that were still plenty stimulating. “It’s, uhm, good.” “Any chance you’ll be filling the back of it with a stinky mess for Mommy?” “W-well…” Of course I was capable of doing that. In fact, I was a little overdue for emptying my bowels, and I was slowly becoming aware of the growing pressure within my abdomen. Knock knock. I wasn’t sure if I was upset or relieved by the interruption. I also wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Remain in place? Hide? “Stay,” she commanded. Then, towards the door: “Come in!” I stayed put–feeling like a dog, obediently obeying an order. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” said Neve Beaufort as she burst into the room, giving me only the briefest glance as she closed the door and hustled past me to one of Ms. Heller’s chairs. I felt my cheeks glow as I realized I had actually been regarded no different than any other decoration or piece of furniture in the room. “Not at all,” Mommy said, shrugging casually. “Expect more visitors,” Ms. Beaufort said. “I know a handful of us had questions about the Oneida account.” “The more the merrier,” Mommy responded. “Sh-should I…go?” I asked. “I can go to Lyndie’s or…” “No,” Mommy said, shaking her head. “You can stay right there. And, please–hush. The adults are talking right now.” My heart sank deep into my chest as I sat there. I wanted to melt into the floor. I was pretty sure that I was–I was now part of the floor itself, just waiting to be walked on. Another knock. It was Troy Morris, who I hadn’t seen since the surreal spanking-gauntlet that coronated me as the locked-up baby I am today. He didn’t have an assistant of his own, yet, though he still seemed to be part of this little group. I had forgotten how strong his daddy-vibes were. Most days I didn’t think I leaned in that direction, but I’d have been quite alright with Mr. Morris–with his youthful handsomeness and charming smile spanking me again. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as he walked past me, messing up my hair with his hand like I was 5 years old. He sat near Ms. Beaufort, and the three adults immediately launched into a conversation that quickly seemed far above my paygrade. “Janet’s team wants two more weeks to look at the trends,” Ms. Beaufort said. “Personally, I don’t think we have that sort of time.” “I’m inclined to agree,” Mr. Morris said, his voice buttery smooth. “I think we can all agree that Janet has the right idea, but if they wanted to be a part of this, they should’ve spoken up two months ago. The ship has sailed, and we need to start committing to dates.” Yet another knock at the door. This time it was Darren Yang. Mr. Yang, similar to Mr. Morris, was a handsome man. But whereas Mr. Morris also seemed to have a charming personality and a bit of charisma behind his eyes, Mr. Yang seemed…sleazier. The kind of corporate asshole that Lyndie spent the first few months of her internship deriding. Mr. Yang paid no attention to me whatsoever, walking right past me and towards another open seat. He left a trail of cologne in his wake–a strong scent that reminded me of walking past displays in the mall when I was younger. He immediately dived into the conversation himself, calling out specific numbers and mentioning names that I had never heard before. People we worked with? People from other companies? I tuned out most of the noise, disassociating a bit. Wherever I was, I was still gradually rocking back and forth on my wet mound of a diaper. Mm. It felt like the perfect crime–little stimulating bursts undetectable to preoccupied adults in the room. I was daydreaming–my mind was in a thousand places, sometimes all at once. We were in Seattle, in the suite–Mommy was fucking me as I moaned like a braying mule. I was in a conference room with Ava, the two of us slowly leaning towards each other until our lips touched. I was in a room full of people in a dirty diaper, all of them occasionally taking an amused glance at my pathetic state while otherwise pretending I wasn’t there. Oh. The urge to fill my diaper was growing. I had managed to avoid it for as long as I could, but we were quickly approaching a level of discomfort that I could no longer push off to the backburner. This was always how it went, wasn’t it? I couldn’t just casually push a load into the seat of my diaper when nobody else was around. Everything always had to be…complicated. “...and it’s all wrong,” Mommy was saying to the rest of the group. I watched her talk for a moment, studying her mannerisms and body language. It was no wonder she was in charge–every part of her felt exuded confidence and strength. “I don’t want them coming back to us later, saying that we didn’t do enough. We need to be certain.” For just a moment, her eyes met mine. As she listened to the others talk, I watched her smile. She took delight in seeing me there in my diaper. Marinating. I wonder if she knew about the rising urgency in my bowels. I was willing to bet she did. Knowing her, she invited everyone else to her office on purpose. She wanted me stuck in place, helpless and quiet. She was hoping that I’d end up completely humiliating myself. And I was starting to crave that myself. I had a little theory that, just as there was an infantile headspace I could occasionally be pushed into, there was also a headspace in which I craved humiliation. The two headspaces might have actually been more intertwined than I realized–though I hadn’t quite gotten that far in my theorizing. The humiliation headspace was triggered by desperation. I felt it come out when I was backed into a corner with few other options. In the times when it looked like there was no way out of a situation without causing some sort of humiliation for myself. As if a defense mechanism, I instead desired it. Leaned into it. And so I sat there, in my soaked diaper–breathing in wafts of the piss-soaked padding–imagining what it’d be like to push my load into my diaper as everyone sat around me, talking business. Just try and pretend that I’m not here after that. I wonder if they’d all seen anything like that before. Had Ava ever pooped her diaper with an audience? Had Hillary, in her time as Mommy’s assistant/baby ever done such a thing? A little gas escaped my rear–a playful little pop. I didn’t think it was so loud as to be heard over the conversation, but it was loud enough had someone been paying attention. I felt my cheeks redden further as the scent caught my nose–a foul prelude to the sort of disaster I might be forcing into my diaper soon. Could others smell it? I imagined they had to. The pungent air was still thick around my face. While I couldn’t see Mr. Morris and Mr. Yang, who were sitting behind me, a slight glance to my side found Ms. Beaufort staring towards the men as they talked, either unaware or uncaring. I looked to Mommy last, seeing the slightest hint of a smirk on her face as she listened to the others. She turned her head to look at me again. Her lips were moving. Admittedly, I was never the best at reading lips, but I was pretty sure I could make out what she was mouthing towards me. “Do it.” I was certain of it. She was telling me to do it. She was telling me to poop in my diaper. “Do it,” she mouthed again. I took a deep breath. And another. And then two or three more. Such a thing would only ever be considered in this humiliation-space. Otherwise, with any will of my own, I’d have refused. I think. But at this moment, all I wanted to do was load my diaper. Not just while others were in the room, but because others were in the room. I shifted my bottom a little. I needed space. As in–I needed to give the bottom of my diaper some room to catch my mess. I tilted my body forward a little, lifting my ass off the ground as much as I could while still remaining somewhat comfortable. I wasn’t looking at anyone’s face, but I didn’t have to be. I could hear them looking at me. “...so we might want to push that project back a week or two, though it shouldn’t be a problem because…uh…” The voice–I was far too distracted to determine who it belonged to–drifted off for a moment. “...we’re still able to meet the deadlines for Toby’s group.” I was becoming increasingly untethered from reality. Nothing else mattered. I wasn’t in the room with other people. I wasn’t in an office. I wasn’t in a building with hundreds of other people. Were the others talking? If they were, were they talking about me? What I was doing? Was it obvious what was about to happen? I wasn’t an adult. I was a baby. A stupid and pathetic baby who could–and would–fill their diapers at any moment. I could hear Mommy say one thing. I wasn’t sure if she had more to say before or after this, but I could at least make out these two words: “Watch this.” The situation was no longer in my hands. I had no control over my body now. Perhaps, like a baby, my body was going to do what it had to without regard for how I felt about it. More likely, I was under Mommy’s control. I was her puppet, and she was now making her puppet poop its pants for her audience. Watch this. It was an aggressive mess–rushing out of me with such force that by the time I knew it was happening, the back of my diaper was half-full. Was it the thrill of messing myself in front of these adults, or was it the thrill of feeling the shameful mass passing out of my ass? Something forced a groaning “Fuuuuuuhhh” out of my mouth. Beneath me, my diapered bottom seemed to respond with squelches and bubbling pops. I hadn’t given myself enough room. The limited vacancy in my already-saturated diaper wasn’t enough for the massive load my body was trying to force into it now. I could feel the mess spreading between my skin and the diaper–just as fast as it was coming out of me. It hungrily sought new places to go. It was creeping between my legs, and I was almost positive I could feel it attempting to escape out the back of the diaper. Nothing felt real. Perhaps this was all happening in a daydream as they continued to yammer on about whatever the Oneida account was. Maybe this actually was happening and they sat around me with wide grins on their faces as I watched me push and push, trying to completely empty myself into the diaper. It didn’t matter. The office didn’t matter. My mother’s pending visit didn’t matter. This feeling of lost control–that was all that mattered.

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Part 14 Cindy Atkins was very nervous. The 16 years old girl was about to start her internship and it was a breakpoint in her life. She was assigned a project of a small computer game and the project would take up to 3 months. During the internship she would spend every workday at her lector. The project itself wasn’t the reason of her nervosity. She was one of the best students of the Brisson 1st high school and she was quite sure she would develop the game. Her caretaker Susan purchased a new laptop and all the necessary software for her. Cindy was even impatient and enthusiastic by the upcoming work. However, she was quite worried about the time spent at the lector. The source of her worries was her bladder issue. Cindy grew bigger than an average girl at her age and her bladder was bigger as well. Susan purchased larger diapers for her, but Cindy often leaked. She got distracted by learning and forgot when she peed in her diaper. At school, she had spare tights and skirt in her backpack, and she needed them almost every day. Her classmates kept mocking her and called her Pissindy. Susan was also quite upset by Cindy’s accidents, and she sometimes didn’t control herself and reacted angrily. Cindy didn’t take it we and she often cried in her room. As Susan became Stevie’s caretaker, Cindy found a soulmate. Stevie was not as good student as Cindy, and she often helped him at school. Stevie repaid it to her; he reminded her of the diaper and her accidents at home became less frequent. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help her at school. The internship was a nightmare; she wasn’t sure about her lector and their reaction to the accidents. How would an unknown person react and how would they change her leaky diapers? -------------------------------------------- “I’m glad you accepted my request and arrived at my office,” Susan turned to Freddie, “sit down, please,” she pointed at a free armchair. “Thanks,” Freddie sat down,” I guess you would like to talk about the internship.” “Right. I asked you about it the last day before the school start. Would you accept a 16-year-old girl for a longer stay? The project will take about 3 months.” “Why not? I hope she is a good student. I wouldn’t like to teach somebody the basics of programming.” “Of course; she is the best student of the IT class, and she would have her own laptop with the necessary software tools. However, there is an unpleasant issue with her.” “What issue can be with her?” “Mister Stevens, she has a big bladder issue. She often forgets about her diaper condition and leaks. I don’t know how to wean her from this bad habit. She needs spare tights and even skirts almost every day.” “Miss Atkins, this is not the slightest issue for me. I accepted my Annie, and I learned take care of her diapers. I’ll manage it for sure. I don’t think it is a bad habit. Maybe she needs a more attentive access.” “Okay,” Susan shook her head; she didn’t understand Freddie’s attitude. He called Ann “my Annie” and she also remembered how he stroked Ann’s hair and Ann smiled at him, “I don’t mind if you try the more attentive access. It is an attempt worth, after all.” “Ill do my best, miss Atkins.” “Thank you, mister Stevens,” Susan involuntarily smiled at Freddie. “You’re welcome,” Freddie smiled back and left. He was getting curious about Cindy. --------------------------------------------------- “Stevie, tell me about my lector. Our caretaker arranged my internship and I’d like to know about him; you were to a visit at him.” Cindy and Stevie were doing the dishes after dinner. Susan had told Cindy about her appointment with Freddie and about the internship before dinner. “Yeah, I was, and I also talked with Ann about him. To be honest, I didn’t believe everything she had said but I was taken aback when I entered his house. I must say he is a very good person. As soon as we arrived, he asked us about our diapers condition and changed our diapers. I watched Ann and I think she likes the diaper changes. She has got a comfortable changing table.” “How so? How can she like her diapers? They are the necessary evil in my life. I hate every moment I have to ask our caretaker for a change. I’m looking forward to the moment when I finally learn changing on my own.” “No idea, Cindy. I don’t like my diapers, but I accept them plainly. However, Ann’s caretaker is different. He is nice and even tender when he asked me if he should remove my pants or if I do it on my own.” “Stevie, I’m getting curious now. I think I’ll take the risk,” Cindy shrugged. She decided to ask Ann directly. “Ann, can I ask you about your caretaker? How is he? My caretaker has arranged my internship with him,” Cindy was sitting next to Ann and eating her lunch. “Do you mean my daddy Freddie? He is my adoptive father in his world, and he is very nice. I love him a lot,” Ann smiled widely at Cindy. “What are you saying? How can you love your caretaker?” “Cindy, I don’t know how it is possible and I can’t explain it.” “How did you find him? We are discouraged from crossing the Border though.” “I know, Cindy, but I was curious. My heart was beating fast when I crossed it for the first time. I expected some monsters but the first creature I spotted was a doe. I walked down a forest path and found his house by chance.” “How did he accept your diapers?” “He was taken aback when I asked him for a change. Children at my age are potty trained in that world. I had to tell him what to do. Nevertheless, he learned it quickly. I even stayed overnight there,” Ann almost admitted she had snuggled with Freddie the first night. “Didn’t he mind if you leaked?” “No, Cindy, he never minded it. I even peed on him during the change, and he smiled only. Why are you asking this question? We all wear diapers and need the changes.” “Stevie told me about your attitude; do you like the diapers indeed? I can’t imagine it.” “Cindy, I realized it after a few diaper changes by my daddy and his girlfriend. The changing process is tender and pleasant.” Cindy didn’t answer; she still felt an embarrassment, but Ann’s reaction calmed her down a bit. However, her heart was beating fast when she would meet Freddie for the first time. ---------------------------------------- “Let me introduce my cared-for Cindy,” Susan, Freddie and Cindy were standing in Susan’s office. “Nice to meet you, Cindy,” Freddie smiled at Cindy. He was quite surprised by her look. A big and tall child was standing in front of him. Her round face was framed by the blonde hair arranged in a ponytail. Her eyes reflected fear and they were eyes of a small child. The body was buxom, but she still didn’t have female breasts. Her childish condition was highlighted by the school uniform. “Nice to meet you, mister Stevens. My caretaker had arranged my internship with you.” “I know, Cindy. I’ve never been a lector but I’m sure we will handle the internship and your project will be successful,” Freddie nodded and stepped closer to her, “Today I will lead you to my house, show you the way and we will prepare everything necessary. Tomorrow we can start your work.” “Thank you, mister Stevens,” Cindy blushed a little, took the big bag and turned towards the door. “Thank you,” Susan thanked Freddie as well. “You’re welcome,” Freddie smiled and took Cindy at hand and left the room. Cindy was surprised when Freddie took her at hand; she wasn’t used to it and almost pulled her hand away. However, the touch was pleasant, and she calmed down. Maybe Ann was right indeed. “Cindy, would you mind if I asked you about your diaper? We have a long way ahead,” Freddie asked Cindy when they left Susan’s office. Cindy startled first; she didn’t expect that question at all. She always had to ask for a change and now Freddie reminded of it. It was like Stevie’s behavior. Her diaper was soaked, and she involuntarily nodded. “Do you need a change?” Freddie reacted instantly and Cindy nodded. She headed towards the changing station and opened the door. Most of the changing tables were occupied and three nurses were changing the students. “Who changes you while you are at school?” he got a bit curious about the rules. “I have to ask the school nurse on duty. There are several of them available. However, any adult can change me if I need it.” “Okay, lie down on one of them and I will change you,” Freddie encouraged her. Cindy headed towards the next changing table, removed her shoes and tights, just like Ann had done it earlier, and put her legs into the stirrups. Freddie walked over to her, pushed the front panel inwards, and unbuttoned the rubber pants and removed the two large and soaked diapers. Cindy’s crotch was as immature as her entire body; she didn’t have any pubic hair and Freddie didn’t smell the typical female odor. He took the shower head and cleaned her thoroughly and slowly. His touches were really tender, and Cindy realized the difference. As he powdered and diapered her, Cindy crawled down from the table, put on her tights and shoes, and took her bag again. Freddie threw the wet diapers into the pail and took Cindy at hand. “Let’s go ho … to my house.” Cindy took his hand instinctively and followed him.

MY SECRET GARDEN “Rita, where have you been? I called your office last night … your home. And again this morning. What ... is ... going … on?” “I'm sorry, Sarah, but you know what it's like during Thanksgiving week. Everybody's short staffed, and we're all doing double and triple duty. And when we finished up last night, Vickie and I went to a Lake Street bar to grab some Juicy Lucies. One thing led to another, and we ended up closing the place. I didn't get home until after one in the morning. And this morning? Sarah, this place is a zoo. I've got half a dozen people in the office as we speak.” “And Ian? What about Ian?” Sarah waved frantically to her mother, who was standing in the doorway. She put the phone on speaker so that Sofia could join in. “Ian stayed here last night, Sarah … in the secure wing.” “WHAT? WHAT THE HELL IS IAN DOING IN THE SECURE WING?” “Helping me. Sarah, at my request Ian signed the paperwork for a voluntary admit, and he went straight inside to work with two Viet Nam vets who came to us off the streets. They won't talk to us, Sarah, any more than Ian will, but I was gambling that they just might talk with him. And it worked! We've had a major breakthrough with Phil Kettering; Becky's with him right now. And Ian … Ian's signaling us that he wants to take on Don Phillips over Thanksgiving dinner. Don's been catatonic since he got here.” On screen, Rita was watching Ian lift an imaginary fork to his lips over and over again, pausing only to turn around and regularly check on Becky, Don and Phil. “Right now, we're scrambling to see how we can assist. Reiko's come up with an idea-- send someone in who can speak Vietnamese with Ian. If Phillips won't react to English, maybe … just maybe … he'll react to Vietnamese if he hears it all around him. So we're waiting for an ER RN, Bian Nguyen, to come up … do you know her?” “Vaguely … a nodding acquaintance in the cafeteria.” “Rita, hi, this is Sofia. Sorry to butt in, but I take it that Sarah's boyfriend has been doing some heavy lifting. How did he get the other soldier … Kettering? How did he get the other soldier to open up?” “Sofia, hi … it's incredible. He sat down next to Phil, and just started rambling on about his own war experience. And Phil responded. It took two sessions, but Ian opened the door enough that now I know what to ask Glenn Albright for out at the VA-- an after action report at a village called Binh Phu. Once I've got that report in hand, it should be straight sledding, especially since Phil's ga-ga over a nurse who is holding his hand even as we speak ...” Rita was staring at the video feed; it was clear that Becky had penetrated Phil Kettering's defenses. But has he penetrated hers? God, Becky, I warned you … I warned you! “Rita, I want him! You've got two in your ward? Well, I've got seven in mine. Seven!” “Mom, wait,” Sarah cut in. “Rita, tell me that Ian is free to walk out of that ward any time he wants …” “Of course he is. But Sarah, you need to prepare for this. None of us think that he wants to leave. We put him in eleven last night. Amos and Andy put him in the crib, and Vickie did the honors with the restraints.” “YOU RESTRAINED HIM?” “Vickie was just testing his responses, but he offered no resistance … none whatsoever. Sarah, he can come home with me tonight, but I will bet you anything that he will choose to stay in eleven until you come back. It's his safe place, Sarah, and I want you to think about that long and hard. Going forward, I do not want you involved in his therapy. I'm handing him over to Vickie. Your job is to be his girlfriend and his mommy-- the human component of his support structure-- but we are not going to let Tuesday night happen again. Are we clear on this?” “We'll discuss it when I get back.” “Agreed. And here is a little of what we've learned so far. Ian did three tours with Special Forces, fought in Laos as well as Viet Nam, and was a Major when he left the service. Despite his incontinence, he wanted to go back, but the army refused. So, he resigned his commission and went back as a civilian to take care of some unfinished business. We have no idea what it's about, but there are clear indications that in his mind he's still not done out there. I want Vickie to pursue this angle, in the hope that it will lead us back to whatever it is that's eating him alive.” Rita looked up. Reiko had returned, with their Vietnamese guest. “Sarah, we can do this, but you have to give us time. Now, I have to go, but I have Sofia's telephone number, and I will call you back with an update before calling it a day.” Rita hung up before Sarah could reply, then turned her attention to their guest. She judged Bian to be in her early forties, but remembering that she had been a refugee, she quickly revised her estimate to mid to late thirties. She was tiny and compact, but her eyes were alert and her gaze calculating. She's reading the room, gauging the mood … always a good sign. Bian worked her way around to Rita's side of the desk, and studied the imagery being supplied live by the video feed. She did a double take and then looked up, her confusion evident. “What he doing here,” she asked. She reached out and delicately tapped the image of Ian Grady, who was looking directly into the camera, still pantomiming shoveling food into his mouth. “He is good man, and fine soldier. What he doing here?” . . . . “Daughter of mine, methinks the time has come for us to speak of cabbages and kings.” Sofia beckoned for her daughter to take the desk chair. “Mom, it's like I told gran; it's really, really complicated.” “Well, let's see if we can't simplify it.” “Okay.” Sarah paused to organize her thoughts, trying to factor in the information that Rita had just dumped in their laps. “Okay. My boyfriend is a decent looking, super intelligent guy with the proverbial heart of gold. He thinks about others, and he likes to make people comfortable, so he's a natural for the classroom. With his gift for languages, he could make a fortune in the business world as a go-between, but he doesn't seem to care about money, possessions … any of it. Mom, if you saw his apartment? There's no table and chairs, nothing in the bedroom except the bed … he lives like a monk.” “Hmm. He sounds like a people person. And yet you seemed surprised that he agreed to help Rita and her two troubled vets. What am I missing here?” “I think … I think she's manipulating him, using his sense of honor-- a soldier's sense of honor-- to get him to do what she wants. And I don't like it.” “Why? Sarah, women have been using manipulation to control men since the beginning of time. It's in our DNA. And from my vantage point, it looks like Rita has simply drafted Ian to help with two of her patients. Believe me, if I can get my hands on him, I'm going to do the exact same thing! So unless you think that Rita has a hidden agenda ...” “We do have an agenda, Mom, and this is not part of it. Ian has a problem with alcohol, and Rita is supposed to be babysitting him, not 'testing his responses' to being put down in a pediatric crib and fully restrained.” “And she's doing that … why? Why does he need a safe space? A crib? Restraints? And what did she mean when she said that your job is to be his girlfriend and his mommy? HIS MOMMY? Come on, Sarah, out with it! What is this all about?” Sarah threw her hands in the air in defeat. “The alcohol is easy enough to explain. Something bad happened to him out there … something really, really bad. He's using liquor to hold his demons at bay, so we're going to dry him out, take away his crutch, and force him to deal with the guilt head on.” “Which is straight out of the textbooks. Likewise having you and Vickie playing good cop, bad cop. But what isn't straight out of the textbooks is treating him like an infant … swaddling him with restraints. Would this be the part of your relationship that you keep calling 'really, really complicated'?” Sarah nodded in mute agreement. She badly wanted to tell her mother everything, but at the same time she did not want to embarrass herself. Above all, she did not want to be judged. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to start a conversation that had no logical beginning and no inevitable end. “Mom, do you know what a D/s relationship is?” “Of course,” Sofia laughed. “I have read The Story of O, and my copy of Nancy Friday's My Secret Garden is very well thumbed!” “MOM, NO!!! Are you telling me that … that” “That at my advanced age I still have an active sex life, and occasionally indulge in a bit of role playing? You bet your sweet bippy! You'll meet Bob tomorrow night.” Sofia grinned from ear to ear. There was her daughter, sitting there, slack-jawed and wide eyed … “Pupu, if you could just see the look on your face! Now, would I be correct in assuming that you are a Dominant, and Ian is your submissive?” “Yes ...” “And did the two of you sign a contract?” “WHAT? A CONTRACT? MOM … WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” “It's customary for the couple in a D/s relationship to put the terms that govern their relationship in writing, lest there be any misunderstanding of what the roles require. Barring that … do the two of you at least have a verbal understanding?” “Absolutely. I am in total control … make all of the decisions for both of us. He knows that I expect complete obedience, and that he will be punished if he's naughty, talks back, or disobeys me without a really, really compelling reason.” “You spank him?” “Yes.” “Good. Are you giving him maintenance spankings?” “What?” “Maintenance spankings, pupu.” Sofia rolled her eyes; her daughter's naivete amazed her. “You keep a written log of his misdemeanors, and set aside a time each week for the two of you to sit down and review the entries. Then you spank him … just as I spanked your father week in and week out for more than twenty-five years.” “Huh?” “Shocking, isn't it,” Sofia smirked. “Well, no matter. I'll draw up a contract for you, but first I need to know more about the mommy part of this relationship. How old is your baby?” “Mom, I don't ...” “Oh, come, dear. Do you keep him as a two year old? Eighteen months? Twelve? Six? He gets no say in this matter, you know. This is just one more thing that, as the Dominant, you decide. And if he rebels, you spank him. It's really that simple.” “But I haven't given any thought to ...” “Do so. Rita said that he welcomed being crib bound and fully restrained, which suggests that he wants to be treated as a newborn. That would put a bit of a dent in your sex life, but on the other hand he sure doesn't seem to be behaving like a toddler. Maybe an eight month old? Crawling? Pre-verbal? When you spank him, does he cry convincingly?” “Gosh, yes! Mom, Vickie spanked him on Tuesday night, and he was bawling just like a baby! That's when we made our first breakthrough, and finally learned something about his time in Viet Nam.” “Ah, so that's what Rita was referring to! Pupu, she's absolutely right. You need to stay far away from his therapy; you're his mommy, not his therapist!” “Okay, okay … I see what you mean … what you both mean ...” “Now, about your sex life ...” “What sex life?” “You mean you haven't?” “Not yet. Every time I change his diaper, it … well, it just lays there.” “Oh, dear. Well, is he any good with, you know, his tongue?” “Mom, he's a magician! He can do things with his fingers and tongue ...” “Have you tried penetrating him anally? A prostate massage? Maybe there's a little girl in there that's just dying to come out and play.” “Mom, what? No … NO WAY!” “It's just foreplay, dear, just foreplay. You get him hard and then you mount him, but for your pleasure, not his. If this really is a D/s relationship, then you want to limit his orgasms. In your situation, I'd seriously consider doing away with them altogether. After all, he's just a baby, and baby boys get hard, but they don't come. You should milk him, tease him, give him ruined orgasms, but never let him experience the real thing. Orgasm denial and spankings will transform your incontinent adult into a happily babbling baby boy in no time at all.” Sofia stood up and walked over to a large filing cabinet. Bending over, she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a thin, nondescript folder. “Would you like to read the contract that your father and I signed?”

Chapter 10: A Gentle Face Amongst the Gruff Willy and I sat for a moment and our combined efforts eventually got the sealed lid off the food that had been packed for Willy to go to daycare tomorrow. I never thought I would say it, but I really wished that we had actually gone to that unknown daycare like we were supposed to with Gina and Harry. Sure, our previous one was great, but I also knew that they had spiked bottles and played hypnotic tunes for any new and unregressed Littles. Willy was fine, but a boy called Frederick had come in one day, sure of himself and far more mature than anyone else there. Two weeks later, he had a near permanent glazed look on his face, walking was a challenge, his favorite show was Jasper and Jinx, and his diaper always seemed to need to be changed. Satisfied and filled up, Willy saddled his backpack, picked me up, and headed back out of the sewer. A quick listen and then cautious look around the outside of the manhole cover revealed that the gunmen had long since left the area. Willy and I then slunk quietly from corner to corner until we found the main police station of this area, having visited when Daddy had given them a hefty check to improve their drug enforcement sector. ‘Oh, the irony now…’ The building was imposing to any who walked by, and any casual observer couldn’t help but overlook the columns and other decorative bits or architecture and spot the barred windows and the criminals being hauled in around back. With a deep sigh, I squeezed Willy’s hand and we both walked up the stairs and into the precinct office. It was a desperate move, but it felt like the only one we had. Inside was a commotion of traffic I had rarely seen in my life up until now. A line had formed in front of the desk, and Willy and I took our place behind several other Middles and Bigs, which gave me time to look around. Nearby were Bigs, Middles, and Littles, all easily spotted with various maladies and talking to an officer, or in handcuffs themselves and being questioned or hauled away towards the rear of the building. I was so distracted by what I was seeing that I didn’t notice a few looks toward Willy with ravenous eyes or even when a kindly older lady in front of us turned around and looked right at him directly. “Oh… oh my.” I immediately shifted my attention back to the now crouching woman before us. “Are you lost, little one?” “Uh… no? I’m in da powice stay…shun…” Willy said, almost tripping over the word, ‘station.’ “Ah. I see. Needing to talk to someone then?” Willy nodded his head. “Well, in that case, I think someone deserves a VIP pass to the front of the line, does that sound good?” Willy nodded his head, a little more enthusiastically this time. I didn’t relish the idea of talking to the cops sooner, but I knew it had to happen eventually. The older lady then gently guided Willy up to the front of the line. Many in front of us were upset over the initial intrusion, but once they saw the cute but slightly dirty Little with her, they let us on by without question. It was one of the few perks of being a Little in this society. Once we were at the front, the kind lady resumed her place at the back of the line, and we waited for the front desk officer to see us once he had finished the paperwork on the person right in front of us. “Nex… hello?” the officer questioned, slightly confused over what he was, or in this case, not seeing. “Down hewe!” Willy yelped from below the heavy wooden desk in front of us. The mustached officer then peered over the desk and looked at us in a funny way for a moment, but I guess once the shock wore off seeing a Little alone and waiting in line so patiently, he spoke back up. “Hello there. Is there something I can do for you? I’m afraid our tour of the building for Littles is closed today, but…” “I wan’ to repor’ an assaul’!” Willy said loudly. It was probably too loud as everyone within earshot of us suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked right at us. ‘No turning back now…’ “I’m sorry… did you say assault?” the officer asked, blinking as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. “Yeah… buh’… buh’… I’m nah suwe dat’s wah iss cawed…” “Oh, okay… let’s see… wait… it’s you.” The front desk officer’s eyes grew wide, and I braced for the ensuing chaos that was sure to follow. Having come from a prominent family whose home had been shot up and there had been no sign of their Little, I imagined that many had been desperately searching for Willy. “Officer Mendez! Front desk… now!” A tall and dark-haired man then came jogging quickly to the front as if he had just been called up to bat next. “What’s up, Derek?” he asked, oblivious to Willy’s presence nearby. “Ahem… this,” Officer Derek said, pointing to us, “is Willy… Willy Galpin.” “Oh… oh!” the realization of who we were suddenly struck Officer Mendez as Willy only nodded to further confirm his identity. “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much! Gosh!” He then turned his attention toward us. “We were so worried about you. When we didn’t see you at the scene…” Officer Mendez then coughed and straightened himself back up. It was typical Big behavior when dealing with a Little. Their instincts would just take over and almost everyone would be a breath away from hugging a Little right on the spot. As an officer of the law and likely trying to maintain his macho reputation, this instinct had to be stamped down quickly. “Uhh... right. Just follow me.” Officer Mendez then held out his hand and Willy took it right away with the arm not still holding onto me. After a walk through the station where every cop was looking at us, I could feel the weight of their stares. Some seemed sympathetic, some groaned, and some looked like they wanted to snatch us away with good or bad intentions, I honestly couldn’t tell. In addition to the officers, several of the suspects or confirmed criminals also looked at us. Their faces bored into us with all their fury, and I honestly couldn’t tell if they were missing their own Little or if they were on the search for a new one. At this point though, their intentions didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that Willy whimpered a little, obviously feeling the stares as much as I was. I discretely stroked his arm when I was more or less out of sight, just to give him some degree of comfort. Finally, we made it to an interrogation room where the familiar and smiling Detective Wright was waiting for us. “Officer Mendez. I see you’ve brought our little guest of honor with you.” Detective Wright then bent down and looked at us squarely with his big blue eyes. “A lot of people thought you were kidnapped or… worse. I’m so glad my little deputy is all okay.” “I… I… don’ have youw badge de… detec…” “Oh, that’s totally okay,” Detective Wright interjected, recognizing the difficulty that Willy was having with saying his full title. He got back up and then went over to what was presumably his desk and retrieved another shiny gold star. “Here, take this one.” Willy smiled widely at the new star and allowed Detective Wright to crouch down and then pin it to his shortalls. “Dank you…” Willy said, blushing again over his new prized possession. “Absolutely, Deputy Willy.” He then stood up once more and opened a nearby door. “Now then, just please, step inside and we can sit and have a little chat.” Officer Mendez then gently guided us into the barren room and took off Willy’s still present backpack and set it on the ground. He then hoisted us up and set us down in front of a cold metal table on the awaiting chair already in the room, now conveniently prepped with a booster seat. Now sitting, I could tell that Willy found the hard plastic uncomfortable, but after a moment of adjusting and crinkling loudly, he relented and just sat still with an exasperated sigh while hugging me closely. Officer Mendez and Detective Wright then sat down across from us, a large mirror behind their backs. “Now then,” Detective Wright began, “we have a pretty good idea of what’s been going on, but just tell us in your own words. Just breathe easy and take your time.” Willy sighed and then took a deep breath. For the next few minutes, Willy detailed several of the parts of what had happened. Detective Wright and Officer Mendez began to lean in closer when Willy talked about having seen at least three of the assailants at our house the other day, and then even further when he talked about what had just happened tonight with the addition of the names he had heard and didn’t reveal the other day. “I see… Stand and Joe? And a safehouse, huh?” Detective Wright clarified. Willy just nodded his head. “That lines up, Detective,” Officer Mendez said, turning to Detective Wright. “We got reports of a shooting in that neighborhood with the facility that Miss Glifford has running there. 81, I think? They were all questioned in the past hour after we found the… mess that was there, but none of them could remember a thing. From the residue on the walls, we’re thinking memory gas. Plus, Miss G is a bit of a mess… definitely questioned and well… other things,” Officer Mendez tried to imply, subtly indicating he didn’t want to say more in front of the Little before them now. My mind raced with the possibilities of what happened to Miss G, but I was just glad that she and the others were still alive. “Well, I guess we know who’s responsible now…” Detective Wright mused. Both then looked toward Willy with the same scheming look. For a moment, I thought they would have the gault to blame him for the mistakes of Mommy and Daddy, but I was put at ease when their expressions only turned into smiles. “Willy, we need to go outside for a moment and talk some things over for a minute. Will you be okay in here by yourself for just a bit?” Willy nodded and the two still smiling officers left the room. Knowing the room was likely being monitored from behind the two-way mirror, I didn’t move, but I knew I could at least speak quietly. If Willy spoke back, everyone would just assume that it was one of his regressed tendencies to just be cutely talking to his stuffy. “Willy, they could be watching, so I won’t move, but we can still talk. Are you okay?” “I’m scawed Tus’. Why dey go ou’ wike dat? Did I say sumfin’ won’?” “No, no, buddy. It’s all okay. They probably just need to talk about the next steps. I’ve got you no matter what, but both of them seem like good people. Detective Wright even gave you another badge.” “Yeah!” Willy exclaimed, but then immediately looked worried again. “Bu wah abou’ da bad men? Dey hewe? Awe we in danguh?” “Here?” I thought for a moment about the officers we had seen so far. I didn’t know Officer Mendez very well, but it seemed like he had a rapport with Detective Wright, and I definitely didn’t get a bad vibe of the aging detective. No, it had to be someone else. Probably one of the officers who had been eyeing us so intently outside. “I don’t think so. Those two at least seem like good people to me.” “I gwess so… I jus’…” The door to the room then slowly opened. I thought it was going to be Detective Wright and Officer Mendez re-entering, but instead, it was another familiar face. “Knock, knock,” Molly said as she smiled and playfully knocked on the already open door. “Mowwy! Iss you!” Willy said, never sounding so relieved in his life. Apparently, the brief interaction between the two last week had left a lasting impression on him. Based on her wide and infectious grin, I’d imagine that Willy had left an impression on her as well. “Well, hello there to just the cutest widdle deputy here! How are you doing, Willy? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Hungry?” the kindly officer started to pour out with her questions as she walked over to Willy, the door shutting behind her. For his part, Willy just smiled at her tenderness and thoughtfulness. After the events of the past few days, he didn’t seem like he wanted to waste another sign of affection toward him. “I’m okay… goh’ some owies an’ I was weally scawed, Mowwy, but Tus’ hewe kep’ me safe!” I was then held up and presented to Molly like a precious gift being bestowed to another. “Oh, I see. What a wonderful protector you have there.” Molly then reached out and playfully ruffled the top of my head. If I was a cat, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from purring with the wonderful feelings I felt just from her single dose of affection toward me. Mommy had never done that before herself… Molly’s smile vanished though, and she then slowly crouched down in front of us and placed her hand tenderly on Willy’s leg. “I’m really sorry all this happened. There should have been men to protect you but…” Molly then stopped herself. It looked like she wanted to say more, but her quick glance toward the mirror made me think that in her position as one of the officers on this case, she couldn’t reveal more. “I…” Molly looked like she wanted to burst and tell us everything right then and there, but after a single calming breath, she continued. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” She then grinned at my now cuddled form. “I’m just glad you had Tusk with you…” She looked distant once more, but after another breath continued. “Willy, I wanted to talk to you about a few things. First, I just want you to know that your mommy and daddy went into surgery and the doctors said they were at least stable for now…” “Mommy an’ Daddy awe okay?” Willy burst out before Molly could continue. “Well… maybe for now… but they’re going to need time to heal at least, so I need to know something else from you.” Willy nodded. “Did your mommy or daddy ever mention who they wanted to take care of you if something should ever happen to them? Like if they went out of town or something like that?” Willy then started to stroke his chin and think back to all the conversations they had from earlier. From my previous recollections in the woods the other night and trying to figure out where to go next, I had realized that there was no one that I had ever heard about. I didn’t like where this was heading… Willy shook his head. “I don’ dink so…? Dey nevuh weally talk’d abou’ dat stuff… I jus’ don’ know… sowwy…” “Oh… I see… well, that’s okay, but I can promise you that you’ll safe here and everything is going to be alright. You have my word on that, okay?” Willy nodded and Molly seemed to think hard about something for a moment, but then looked like she had a sudden epiphany. Now, the bright-eyed detective turned to Willy and began to speak in the sweetest voice I think I had ever heard. “Willy, would you…” The door then flung open, revealing a severely annoyed and impatient Officer Mendez and Detective Wright. “Officer Donovan, that’s enough. Thank you for your service, but I think we can take it from here,” Officer Mendez commanded, trying to shoo her away. Molly shakily stood up but we both spotted Detective Wright hovering around behind the foreboding Officer Mendez. Seeming like she had a goal in mind, she quickly brushed past the stern officer and directly confronted the detective outside. Officer Mendez rolled his eyes but just stood there and kept the door open. Willy seemed to just cutely enjoy looking at his reflection in the now unobstructed mirror, but I wanted to listen in. The chaotic nature of the precinct outside with the nightly traffic of cops and criminals allowed me to hear only part of the conversation, but it was enough to get a general idea. “Detective… needs… to stay…” Molly pleaded. “Forget… can use… he’s seen their…” Detective Wright shot back. “But he’s… Little! …too dangerous!” Molly shouted. “I… bad idea… what… if they… after you?” the detective countered. “But wouldn’t he… safer… me?” Molly questioned. I could then see Detective Wright groan and shake in frustration, but ultimately nod in approval. In an instant, Molly simultaneously looked like someone had just dumped a load of ants in her pants and knocked her up with laughing gas. The previously stoic, but kindly officer then practically pranced back in the room. For a second, she almost looked like she had sneered at Officer Mendez, but her focus was solely on Willy now once fully entering the room. She gingerly waltzed over to Willy and crouched down once more, barely able to do so with all her building apparent excitement over something. “Willy, I just spoke with the detective. They think you can help them out lots with what you’ve seen, but that won’t be for a few more days. Usually, when a min… someone like you doesn’t have someone to take care of them, we send them to one of our systems in place…” I could feel Willy tremble in fear over such a prospect and I could see the immediate panic overtake Molly’s face. “But it doesn’t have to be that way!” she quickly added. “There’s another…” Molly then paused and took a giant breath to try and steady herself a bit. “Willy, would you like to come stay with my husband and I back at our home?” she asked, once again using the sweet voice I had heard earlier. Without asking or needing any prompt, Willy burst out of his chair, nearly falling on his face after the fall from being in the booster seat but landed directly into Molly’s arms. The officer seemed shocked for a moment, but from my position now behind her, I could see her tension release in a second and she quickly returned the hug. “I’ll take that as a yes then?” “Yes, yes, oh yes, Mowwy!” Willy cried out, renewing the strength of his already tight hug. From my position behind, I could see that Officer Mendez seemed to roll his eyes again, but I also saw every other officer just cooing or smiling widely at the scene now unraveling before them in the interrogation room. I imagined that something like this didn’t happen too often in here… The next minutes seemed to go by in a blur as Willy and Molly soon broke their hug and walked triumphantly out of the interrogation room and past a seemingly frustrated Officer Mendez. If I had to take a guess, he was likely more of a ‘by the books’ type of guy and wanted Willy to go into the system where there would be fewer possible complications. He seemed like a good officer, but in this case, I was glad that he hadn’t gotten his way. Back in the main area of the precinct, Molly then signed a bunch of paperwork, talked with Detective Wright once more, and then turned in for the end of her shift. Moments later after talking to her superior, Sgt. Manis, we all paraded out the precinct door and to Molly’s baby blue car parked in the gated rear of the building. Getting towards the side door of what I could only guess was an SUV after perusing through a few of Daddy’s magazines one night when I was bored, Molly then opened the door. Inside, almost looking new besides a few tiny crumbs and some minor scuff marks, lay a perfectly sized car seat. “Alright, Willy. This car seat is used by my sister’s Littles, but I think it should work for you. Do you need a hand getting in?” Willy looked from his position on the asphalt at the bottom of the side door to the car and just stared up at the car seat, an object at least two or three of his heads high above him. He reached his arms up simply, hoisting me high above his head as he did so. “Hewp, pwease.” Molly nearly melted right there. “Oh, goodness! I’ve got such a polite little gentleman with me, huh? Kent better watch himself. I guess he’s got some competition now,” she joked. Willy only blushed at the compliment as Molly then playfully bent down and picked Willy up to place in the car seat. Fortunately, not being on the younger side of being a Little, Willy was still able to face forward in his new seat. After a moment of a few fumbling’s with the buckles, Molly had him securely fastened. “Just sit tight, honey. We’ll be at my place soon.” Willy only grinned, drummed his feet on the edge of the seat, and hugged me tightly. After closing the side door and getting in the front seat, Molly started the car and soon, we were speeding out of the gated rear lot and down the street to where she presumably lived. A short time later, we pulled up to a moderately-sized townhouse, the front windows adorned with window boxes full of colorful plants that I could even still see clearly in the mostly night atmosphere. “We’re here!” Molly announced happily to Willy as she parked on the street out front her townhouse. A short fumbling with the car seat buckles once again and Willy and I were free. Starting to feel the weight from the past few days and nearing his bedtime, when Molly offered to carry him upstairs, he put up no resistance. Entering into the townhouse, we were immediately greeted by a lanky Big with nicely styled hair and a pair of thick framed but fashionable glasses. “Hello you two! Welcome home!” he greeted. Willy squirmed nervously, but Molly just rubbed his back a bit and walked over to the figure before us. “Good to see you, honey, but like we talked about, Kent, this is Willy.” “Ah, the famous Willy.” He inched closer to us. “How you doin’, buddy?” Kent asked playfully to Willy. Willy shifted around uncomfortably but eventually relented and held out his hand. “Hewwo Ken’. I…” Yawn. “pwetty good…” Willy said sleepily. “Oh, I think I know someone whos’ all tuckered out. I think he’s need of a good sleep, honey, but were you able to set up what I asked for?” Molly asked, rubbing Willy’s back as he began to nod off a bit on her chest, not even really hearing the conversation anymore around him. I was briefly worried I was going to slip from his loosening grip, but Willy just reeled me in with his outstretched hand and curled me in close to his chest before yawning once more. Kent and Molly just smiled warmly and looked on at their new guest. “Of course, dear. All set up and ready for this little guy,” Kent said after a moment. “Perfect, as usual.” Molly smiled and gave Kent a large peck on the cheek. Sensing Willy’s tired state, she motioned at her husband and then brought the two of us up the stairs and to one of the doors on the second floor. Inside was a nicely decorated nursery that looked like it had seen some use but also that it hadn’t necessarily been designed for one Little in mind. Books lined one wall, but sports equipment lined another. One costume looked to be the remnants of a knight, but another corner sported what looked like part of a princess dress. Now, I know full-well that Littles can reach across the spectrum for genders, either selected themselves or usually a preferred one for certain Bigs, regardless of their original identity, but this felt different. As if to answer my question, Molly then spoke up to a nodding off Willy. “My two nieces sometimes stay the night. The car seat you just rode in is usually Nathan’s. Tiffany comes over as well, but her mommy, my sister, doesn’t live too far away, so she mostly just stays in here to have some fun or take a nap. Unless you want to wear a princess dress, we can just move that stuff out tomorrow someplace else.” Willy mumbled something, but his head had started to drift further downward on Molly’s shoulder and a small string of drool even threatened to fall from his lips. “Well, that’s okay. We can always talk more tomorrow. For now, I think someone needs a change, and…” Molly then sniffed Willy’s hair, “a bath probably wouldn’t be out of the question. What do you think?” Again, the barely conscious Willy mumbled something, but this time only limply nodded his head as well. Taking her cue, Molly worked quickly to lay Willy and I down on the changing table and quickly strip him of all his garments. In his tired state, Willy just lay on the table limply and allowed Molly to do her work for the night. In a second, both were then off to the hallway where I then heard the water running. Not long after, Molly and a freshly scrubbed Willy came back in. After a quick diapering, Willy was then dressed in a bird-themed footed sleeper and placed in the nearby awaiting crib. I was set in Willy’s arms and was soon cuddled in tightly. Molly just smiled at the two of us and finished up our preparation for the night with a sippy cup full of milk that Kent had laid out along with the footed sleeper earlier. “You don’t need to drink this, but I think it may help a bit. All good dreams and whatnot.” She then started to count on her fingers. “Now, let’s see, diaper, bath, jammies, milk… I think that’s everything. I would normally read you a story or something of the sort, but I think you’re about to pass out any second now. If you wake back up though, we can always do something else then.” Molly then walked to the door and flicked off the light. “Goodnight, Willy. Sweet dreams and just know that you’re safe and that tomorrow will be a better day.” Molly then closed the door almost all the way, and like all the other closed doors when we fell asleep, only a crack of light remained from the outside hallway. Now, left alone with Willy in this new nursery at Molly’s and Kent’s home, I could finally just take a breath and relax for the moment. Willy was soon peacefully snoring, and I couldn’t help but feel content in that single moment and just breathe for a moment. Despite all the negatives against us outside of this home, we were now surrounded by two seemingly good people, one of whom was a cop and who had even seemed to have fought for us to be brought here. Plus, she had mentioned that she was doing this for our benefit. I had been around enough Bigs at that point to know that hearing one talk like that was a big deal. Staring up at the multi-colored ceiling that spawned from the nearby colorful night light, I had to be happy where we were. It could have been a fool’s hope, but it was still something that Willy and I could both cling onto right now, and further, we both knew that this stability was something not to be taken lightly. Tomorrow was another day, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t help but drift off myself and smile a little that just maybe we had at last turned a corner.

💜 🙂 You're right! Thanks everyone! I've decided it'll actually be Tuesday evening I post the bonus chapter. Assuming I can find the privacy (which I should be able to) I'll post again then on Saturday before I go into a week without internet. Thanks for the support! 💜

It is difficult for me to classify myself. First, I am 51, male, single and divorced 12 years ago. My ex-wife did not understand me, and did not understand my thoughts and needs. Why would I consider myself a little, and have a desire for a woman to put me in diapers and a bottle? It took me a while to understand this, and here recently I figured it out. I was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism, formerly called aspberger's syndrome. While I am mostly normal to the rest of the world, not so in my own mind. I do not like crowds, loud noises, and when things go wrong, I just shut down. The world is a big place, too big for me. Remembering back to my childhood, there was a time where bills, the truck breaking down, work, and all the stresses of adult life just was not there. It is nice to go back there, and even nicer to have a kind and caring woman that loves me take me back. I have not found her, it certainly was not my ex-wife. In an apartment by myself, I find I can do what I want. I recently got some diapers, and now I enjoy sleeping in them, the world is getting a bit smaller for me. Bonding and intimacy is important to me. I read articles on adult breastfeeding, part of the lifestyle I want. This is a tender moment where I let go completely, and the only thing in the world that matters is me and her. I know this sounds weird, but when I look at a picture of a pregnant woman, I see the perfect place to sleep. All the sounds must be gone, the warmth and closeness. With that being said, I look forward to the comments and suggestions as I start this journey in this lifestyle. I do not know if such a lady exists that would be caring and understanding of my situation, but I figured this site would be the best place to start. Take care all.

Hi I've just joined but had DL tendencies for years though not enough opportunity to play. I'm also potentially happy to be a daddy. I'm in Dorset, UK.

It always makes me chuckle the number of me and women who, when they find out I have a Daddy, ask Him if He wants to share responsibility for me as a little. When He adds in that I'm genderfluid folks often get more interested. I guess genderfluid littles are in demand. My Daddy always says no respectfully and most will listen and be respectful in return. They still ask him where and how find a genderfluid little of their own though lol. Honestly, the number of middle aged folks trying to find a little is crazy to me.

Glad to see an update, I hope you'll have more soon! I really want to see Leslie back soon! 🙂

YAY! Finally I've been able to get the old motivation juices flowing again! I really hope that you all enjoy the new chapter! Tracey's Story (Chapter 16) by Panther Cub "Luna peeked around the corner of the barn, spying McCrill and two members of his gang, the Larson brothers, working together to try and load up the crates with the gold bars into the back of the cart, struggling to lift the heavy cubes," Tracey narrated, holding the yellow bunny plush dressed up as a cowgirl, using her paws to make it peek around the barn made of plastic armgos, where Travis had a wolf action figure with two gila monster plushies he had had his daddy pack for him in his diaper bag. Presently, Tracey and her friends were in her playpen in the living room for a study/playdate. Travis was sucking on his binky, his tail wagging and thumping against the soft playpen floor. "C'mon ya varmints! We gotta git this here gold outta the province afore that there baby-sheriff come and finds us!" The wolf boy drawled in a fake western accent as he made the action figure move. Tracey giggled and smiled. His parents had decided to dress him to match the theme of their chosen historical MSer for their presentation. He was wearing a black cowboy hat, a blue t-shirt with a yellow and red choo-choo train on it, and Pawpers with a sheriff badge on the front, underneath the words on the landing strip that read L'il Pardner. They had chosen to do a report about the first ever MSer sheriff, Luna Leandra. "She couldn't see where Mara 'The Prowler' was, but looking around, she figured that the mountain lioness was in the barn itself. Her rifle was slung over her back, but she had both her pistols out, loaded, and ready. Having demonstrated her ambidextrousness with her two six-shooters during the town fair with some trick-shooting, she was prepared to make her arrest." "Is this where I come in, Tracey?" Bethy asked. The pink alligator girl was in a green dress with a matching bow tied around the tip of her tail. Tracey nodded, and Bethy giggled, having her kitty plush reenact Mara jumping down from where she had been perched at the top of the barn, watching the bunny from above. Tracey, who was wearing a simple pink legless onesie with matching booties, had been excited when they had found out that Luna had kept a journal that had been published. Reading her accounts from her experiences in that time was quite the eye-opener to the tigress. "Well, lookie what we have here," Bethy said, reading from the open copy of Luna's journal that Tracey had checked out of the library... along with some pop-up books that she couldn't help but also grab when she was there. "Seems as though a poor little baby bunny has toddled her way into a trap." "And just where do you think you're going, young lady!" Tiffany was speaking in a deeper voice, trying to sound more mature and 'proper-lady-like', having a plush badger wearing an apron waddle towards the plush bunny and kitty. "You are far too little to be wandering around without proper supervision, and I suspect that that nappy is in dire need of a change. And are those the same dastardly guns that I keep confiscating off you? Luna, just for that, you'll be going right over my knee for a bare bottom spanking right in the middle of town if you don't hand them over right this minute! A young girl like you should be playing with blocks and dollies, not pretending to be the town's sheriff! Honestly, what was Mayor Shellby thinking, appointing a baby to fill the role of sheriff!" The eagle girl, who was in just a red shirt and a pink diaper, was clearly having a lot of fun acting out the voice. "Tiffany!" Lyra smiled and rolled her eyes. She was wearing a blue denim skirt-all with an orange shirt underneath. The snowy white arctic vixen was laying on her tummy, writing out the note cards for them to read during their presentation... as well as stopping to proudly color inside the lines of the coloring book laying right next to the index cards. "That part comes later, when Ms. Whethersby chastises Luna in front of the whole town after she brings the bandits in for arrest by herself." "Awww, but it woulda been so silly to have it happen right now in the story!" Tiffany defended, sticking her tongue out in a playful manner, her white and brown tail-feathers starting to hike up. "The town nanny just showed, up scolding Luna for doing her job." "I reckon I agree," Travis said in a western drawl, still committing to the part, apparently. "Then Luna coulda had ta dodge Mara and the rest of the gang's bullets, as well as Ms. Whethersby tryin' ta spank her right then and there!" Tracey giggled behind her paws, having dropped the bunny. "Yeah, but that's not historically accurate." Tiffany let out an absentminded grunt and continued to play with the plush badger. "I still think it's p-pretty neat that there was an MSer who became a sheriff in the old west," Bethy said, picking up the bunny plush to hug along with her kitty. "Yeah... I never realized just how much MSers helped to shape history before... well... before I found out I was one," Tracey said, looking away with a blush. "I thought it was pretty obvious that you were one," Tiffany stated. "Really? 'Cause I totally thought she was a 'grown-up' big-kid," Travis said, now also coloring, while helping Lyra to transcribe onto some more index cards. They were all taking turns working on their reenactment idea, and the index cards, which contained not only helpful lines, but also facts and interesting relevant historical tidbits. "Nah, I totally caught on that you were in training pants, also you tried to pretend that you were sucking your thumb because you smacked it... only to never have smacked it in the first place." Tiffany was looking at Tracey, who was blushing some more. "Okay, okay, maybe I didn't... take my diagnosis so well! But can you blame me? I mean, you go from being almost fully independent and almost an adult... to being a big toddler. I mean, that was pretty scary. And it doesn't help that there are some who go all the way back to infancy for... a really long time..." "Hey, we all totally understand, Tray-Tray," Travis said with a gentle smile as Tracey rolled her eyes from him starting up trying to get everyone to agree to give each other nicknames for their little friend group again. "I mean, I spent fifteen years as the big brother. The responsible one. And then... I got diagnosed, and Jeremy started becoming the responsible one... and not just because Mommy and Daddy started treating him like one. Whenever I'd dribble food or drinks, he'd wipe it up whenever he saw it, and started insisting on me eating with a bib even when Mommy and Daddy weren't at home. He helped enforce my new nap and bedtimes. And... well, while initially grossed out, he still was willing to change my diapers." Travis grabbed his bottle of chocolate milk and started to nurse from it, pulling it out to speak again. "He teased me a little at first... and I guess I probably wasn't very easy to interact with at the time, but he's actually a great little-big brother! I really like it when he takes me to the park to play! We always go right by the fire station, and more often than not, he'll buy me an ice cream! I still have to have a bib on when I eat it, but hey, it's free ice cream!" He popped the nipple back in and resumed nursing. "While they'll never admit it, I'm pretty sure my mommies were in a form of denial after the doctor diagnosed me," Tiffany chimed in, blissfully unaware of the smell coming from her. She was tossing the stuffed badger into the air and catching it, her mind elsewhere. "When we found out I was gunna be going back into diapers, they started with the medical incontinence products for old people. First the paw-up kinda ones. And then the 'adult' diapers. The railing they got for my bed also looked like it came from one of those medical surplus stores. Heck, my first stroller was pretty much a wheelchair. I had to sit them down and explain to them that I needed... different stimuli for my condition. I had gotten ahold of some pamphlets and even pulled up a video for them to watch on my phone from experts before they finally broke down. That's when I learned that they were just so scared for me, that if it was true then I'd always need to have someone taking care of me. Historical figures like Luna helped a bunch in showing them that, while not the same as more 'adult' adults, I can still live a semi-independent life. And I still plan on going into law enforcement!" That made the group fall silent for a moment in surprise. "L-law enforcement?" Bethy asked with a gentle voice. "Uh-huh! I wanna become a detective! Just like my hero, Nico Barnum! He was the first MSer to become a full detective for the Laria Police Department, and that was during a period of time where crime and corruption was rampant!" "Well... my parents were pretty understanding from the get-go," Lyra chimed in. "If anything, they actually started getting excited after a while... well, when I wasn't being all moody and trying to fight them and my babying at every turn. When we met, Tracey, I was pretty much on the tail-end of that whole phase... I just didn't know it at the time. Seriously, I could have avoided needing to go back to the nursery part of the daycare had I not been so determined to fight this so hard. I put myself through a LOT of emotional stress despite how accommodating Mommy and Daddy and Nanny were. I ended up pushing myself further into a more babyish mindset." Tracey remembered how distant Lyra had been when they'd first met. Never would she have expected they'd become so close. "Of course, Nora doting on me like a second Mommy only agitated me further." "Uhm..." Bethy blushed as she looked down at her kitty plushie, smiling. "My daddy was really excited to get his little hatchling back. Mommy was not very happy at first. She always expected me to go to an elite college and... after I had to come home early from a slumber party some friends of mine at the time were having... which is where I had my first MS 'flare-up'... it was a big one. She and Daddy started arguing about it. Daddy was converting my bedroom into my nursery, while Mommy was annoyed that he was 'going overboard due to a minor setback'. I think when she finally started to buy me dresses and outfits that were more... MSer appropriate, that she finally accepted that this was my new normal. I also think that getting to dress me up like she did the first time I was a hatchling went a long way to helping her get into it." Bethy giggled and bounced where she sat, crinkle-squishing as she did so. "And I love most of the outfits she and Daddy pick for me!" "Wow... thanks for sharing, guys," Tracey said, contemplating what she just learned. Looking back at her expectant friends, she rolled her eyes and smiled. "My mommy and daddy both accepted the diagnosis right away. I think that they had had their suspicions when I first started wetting the bed. When it became clear that I was essentially un-potty training, they slowly started to introduce me to more... MSer things. First the training pants and the plushie, as well as starting to treat me like I was younger. And then came the night time diapers, and the crib, and then the daytime diapers, after I had my little incident that got me found out back at daycare. From then on it was playpens, high chairs, bottles, the works. And never once did they act at all upset about it." Over in the kitchen, with the playpen in full view of the assembled parents, the grown-ups were all chatting amicably. "I wonder what the little anklebiters are talking about," Lewis mused. The large gray and black timber-wolf's tail wagged as he watched the kids play and discuss something seemingly important. "Most likely some interesting fact for their group project, dear," his wife said, rubbing the top of his head and making his leg start thumping. Mira, as a red panda, was shorter than her husband, having to stretch a little to reach his head. "Well, maybe they're discussing colleges." The pink crocodile at the table sipped her tea, straightening her lavender skirtsuit. The red crocodile sitting next to her put an arm around her shoulder, and they intertwined their tails. While Cynthia looked every bit like the smart and driven businessperson she was, her husband, Rick, looked like a classic biker, complete with leather vest over a red flannel shirt and worn jeans. "I'll bet their comparin' their favorite stuffies! We should go ahead and get little Bethy a new one, for bein' such a good girl!" "Darling, I'm pretty sure that thirty plush friends is more than enough for one big little girl." "It's really nice to actually get a chance to meet some other parents of kids with MS," Kendra said. The tiger-striped squirrel in khakis and a sky blue button up t-shirt leaned against her wife, a dragoness with sapphire-like scales, wearing a white sundress. Marcy let out a draconic purr as she rested her chin atop her wife's head. "It really is! I'm just so happy that Tiffany's adjusted so well! We didn't exactly... handle our little girl's return to toddlerhood the best... but now we're just trying to enjoy having her be our baby again" the dragoness said. "I'd be lying if I said Paul and I weren't worried, initially," Katherine said, holding Paul's paw in her own. "But--" "But our little kitten is just so adorable!" Paul said, pulling up his phone to show off some more pictures of Tracey, yet again. "That sounds like how me and Jackson reacted to Lyra's diagnosis," Myra said, energetically bouncing in her seat, her tail a snowy-white blur. The equally snowy-white rabbit happily rolled his eyes at his wife's energy. "Admittedly, Lyra had grown a bit distant before her diagnosis, so we did start to become closer after we had to start making the necessary accommodations. My princess has returned to her usual happy cuddle-bug status!" Jackson beamed with pure joy. "Now with a heaping extra dose of adorableness!" Out came his phone, displaying cute pictures of Lyra, starting with one in her stroller, smiling wide at a butterfly that had landed on her left ear. A quick swipe showed one of the arctic vixen in question wearing just a blue pajama shirt and lavender night time diaper, in her crib, binky in mouth, rubbing her sleepy eyes, clearly having just woken up. As the parents began showing off different cute pictures and stories of the antics of their kids, said toddlerized teens were back to working on their project. "Okay, so Mara got the drop on Luna, forcing her at gunpoint to walk out of cover and face the rest of the gang," Tracey explained, consulting the journal. "What they hadn't known was that the fuse for an that she'd buried right up next to the barn had already been lit. It was a long one, so she had enough time to cooperate with Mara for a minute, before she jumped left, then right, and started running, ducking behind a shed, barely missing being shot. She covered her ears and waited, hoping that the bomb wasn't a dud." The tigress, who wasn't sure if she was wet or not but shrugged it off as irrelevant as she had gotten to her new favorite part, nodded to Travis. The big puppy yipped happily and pressed the small red button that triggered the spring set under the front of the barn, causing a floor panel to shoot up, breaking apart the loosely connected pricks at the front and sending them flying a little. "KABOOSH!" Travis said, then grabbing up his action figure and plushies, making them duck and turn around. Bethy had 'Mara', look away from 'Luna's' hiding spot. The bunny then rolled from behind the shed, now facing the stunned and distracted gang. "She drew her pistols and fired both simultaneously. Mara's grip on her rifle had loosened, so Luna's shot actually knocked it clean from her hands. The second shot she had fired also took McCrill's pistol... as well as his trigger finger. He howled and clutched his hand, falling to his knees." Travis made the action figure kneel down while doing the voice for him again. "ARRGH! She took ma trigger fingah! Someone shoot that bunneh!" Tracey and the others giggled, now it being Bethy's turn to read from her index cards. "That's when the Larson brothers started to scramble to their feet. However, they were too slow, and another pair of simultaneous shots from Luna's pistols winged them both, knocking them over, bleeding into the sand." The pink crocodile smiled and reached over, knocking the two plushies over. "That left Mara as the only member of the gang uninjured. After forcing her to hog tie the other three, as she watched closely to make sure the knots were satisfactory, Luna then, holding Mara at gunpoint, forced the mountain lioness to change her diaper, as she was worried she was starting to get a rash, before tying up The Prowler herself. With a freshly cleaned bottom, the bunny sheriff loaded up all four of the suspects into the cart, along with all the stolen gold and the press plates from the train, and headed back to the town of Mudhollow." From there, Tiffany narrated how Luna had returned to town with four of the most wanted robbers in the country at the time, all still alive, along with all the stolen gold and plates. At first, she had been hailed as a hero, until Ms. Whethersby came along to chew her out. Tiffany acted out her part with the badger from before, going on to include how, after confiscating the pistols, and checking Luna's diaper, she then gave her a bare bottom spanking right there in the middle of town and in front of everyone for going off so recklessly. "From there, with the robbers locked up in the local jail, after Doc Holloway tended to their wounds, and Mr. Velander headed to the telegraph office to inform the marshalls about the events that had just transpired; Luna was carried back to Ms. Wethersby's Home for Large Babies. There, Luna was given a bath, dressed in a proper pink baby dress and bonnet, and fed by her wetnurse, before being put down for an early nap." Lyra cleared her throat, tapping her index cards to get them all straightened. "As mentioned before, Ms. Whethersby's Home for Large Babies was where all MSers in town at the time were required to stay if they were without a family of their own to help care for them. It also doubled as an MSer orphanage, with all of the MSers there available for adoption by loving families. Since arriving in town and having her big outbreak not a week after being appointed sheriff, Luna had been staying at the Home off and on for a few months, often sneaking out to go and perform her sheriff duties, on two occasions even roping Ms. Whethersby and several of the other MSers there for a search and rescue posse. After each time, however, the prim and proper lady badger would bring Luna back, constantly fretting over any possible injury she could have possibly gotten, or actually did get. And during this time, four different families had taken Luna home with them, each time returning her after two weeks, being unable to care for the rather rebellious big baby bunny." During all of this, Tracey was cradling her stuffed bunny, pretending to feed it with a toy baby bottle. "It certainly seemed like she would become a permanent resident at the Home, when Marshall Carter came to town." Bethy had a teddy bear wearing sunglasses stride forward, pointing to the bunny in Tracey's arms. "Originally a Mudhollow native, he initially just wanted to ask her some questions about taking down the gang. As he spent more time with Luna, accompanying her out on some investigations, he found himself growing very fond of the bunny sheriff. Returning to his family's old ranch, he built Luna a nursery and adopted her from Ms. Whethersby's home. Unlike with the other previous adoption attempts, this one actually worked, as Luna found herself being doted on by the grizzly, who was said to practically be a giant! He treated her both like a toddler, as well as the town sheriff, with all the due respect she deserved." Now it was Travis' turn. The brown wolf grabbed his own index cards, which had gold and red star stickers stuck all over on the back. "Of course, the Marshall's job did pull him away from town time and again. And despite the frustration of it, Luna was put in the care of Ms. Whethersby during those times. However, after being adopted by her new Daddy, Carter, the MSer sheriff seemed to calm a bit down and even enjoyed her time playing with the other resident MSers. Luna only ever staged an escape from the Home one last time. And that was during the raid by the Humrow gang." Tracey and her friends finished off their current mock presentation. She looked over all their index cards and consulted the journal, as well as some history textbooks that also had sections about Luna. Discussing it with her friends, they all agreed to go into further detail about the train robbery that Luna stopped, culminating in her getting into a shootout, and then a fist-fight with Jillian 'Dead-Eye' Jackson. The jackalope had escaped custody thanks to her gang numerous times, even from the Marshalls. But Luna was the one to finally put a stop to her crime spree. The teen tigress felt her heart thump in excitement as she read more and more about Luna. As Katherine and Myra came in to see who needed a diaper change, Tracey was so engrossed in her studies, she had no idea that she had just filled her pawpers. Being picked up and laid down next to Tiffany, hugging her bunny plushie, Tracey found that how she felt now was a stark contrast to how she felt when she was first diagnosed. Maybe... I can actually have a life after high school? Like Luna did, Tracey thought as she suckled her binky, the snaps to her onesie popped open, displaying her full diaper. Looking up into her Mommy's eyes, Tracey let out a happy squeal and reached up and hugged the older tigress, which was immediately reciprocated. "Aww, is my sunshine excited to get out of this stinky diaper? I think she is, yes I do!" Katherine cooed to her daughter, tickling her sides. Tracey giggled and quickly settled as the tapes to her poppers were ripped open. I guess that this really isn't so bad. WOOOOO! Hope you readers enjoyed the new chapter! I certainly enjoyed writing it!

Please stop with this crap. Yes, there is a chance of UTI if you are in tough luck, but chances are quite low. Definitely not high enough to scare people to death because poop reaches their private parts. If you would be right, I would be already dead several times. BTW: Sitting here in a poopy diaper with my private parts covered in poop. I will keep commenting here for my future messes as well to proof I`m not yet dead.

Part Eleven The real Miley must have done a real number on all her other babysitters. This ‘last resort’ sitter certainly wasn’t taking any chances with me. Noelle insisted that I keep the bathroom door cracked a full foot, and that she would be right on the other side listening. If she heard the slightest suspicious noise, like me opening the window to climb out and steal away, she wouldn’t hesitate to invite herself in and stop me from doing so. Interestingly enough, I hadn’t even considered that as an option. It wasn’t a bad idea, although now I knew that the brunette was capable of thinking ahead in terms of that stuff. Anything I came up with would have to be clever enough to get away from her long enough for me to do what was necessary to prove my real age and/or identity. For now, however, I was just happy to be out of the leotard I had been wearing for way too long following my ballet class. Objectively, the clothes Paige grabbed for me weren’t the worst. The white tank top and blue shorts were familiar enough, considering that she grabbed them from a drawer in my room, although it was pretty clear why she had picked such a combo. While they were comfortable and summer-y, it was also the kind of simple outfit a middle school girl could wear as easily as a high school graduate. My sister had also conveniently seemed to forget to include a bra in the stack. The plain white panties weren’t particularly mature, either, even if they were admittedly probably something I’d wear with this outfit if it wasn’t a particularly eventful day. All in all, the clothes were subtly immature; just enough simplicity to further breathe life into the lie that I was Miley. Nervous that Noelle might burst in if I ended up taking too long, I begrudgingly peeled off the leotard and changed into my casual clothes. While the former outfit had sufficiently informed my babysitter about just how petite I was, I almost felt more self conscious about my smaller chest in the tank top. At least I had something form fitting on before, to show that I at least had some curves despite how unimpressive they were compared to most of my peers. The loose tank top, however, made me look painfully flat. And as much as I wanted one of my push-up bras to help a little in that department like usual, I knew that Paige would just bring down a sports bra or something if the choice was hers. Which it would be, considering that I wasn’t allowed in my own room at the moment. When I stepped back into the hall, Noelle simply gestured back towards the kitchen and mentioned that my schoolwork might be better now that I was more comfortable. Of course, that ‘comfort’ only went as far as my clothes. I still had my sore backside to contend with as I sat on the hard, wooden chair, as well as the personal discomfort of being mistaken for the unruly teen girl who lived a few doors down from us. Though science was easily my worst subject, the assignment as a whole was more tedious than it was complicated. Rather than any critical thinking, all I really had to do was hunt down each answer within the opening chapters of the textbook. The busy work was straightforward enough, and at least Paige wasn’t around at the moment. That peace only lasted for so long, unfortunately. One of her friends arrived, I assumed, unless the front door opening was my sister stepping outside for whatever reason. I braced myself for whoever it was to step into the kitchen and take in the sight the same way Paige had. But Paige had assured Noelle there wouldn’t be any disruptions like that, and she stayed true to her word. The footsteps on the stairs affirmed that her friend was heading right up upon arrival. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, I got back to work. In the back of my mind, I knew that Paige’s friends would be seeing me at some point if they were going to be around all night, but I was also clinging to the hope that I’d find a way out of this sooner rather than later. When the front door opened a second time, I stupidly assumed that I would be fine just like before. Instead, her friend Violet walked straight to the kitchen instead of up the stairs. “Hey, Miley!” she smiled at me before glancing towards Noelle, “Oh, hey. Are you her tutor or something?” ‘Fuck.’ Obviously Paige had filled her in ahead of time. And I also recognized how well Violet was playing things. Affirming that I was Miley, while also acting somewhat oblivious to who Noelle was. The perfect combination to make it seem like she really was someone who knew me as Paige’s younger sister while also not having all the facts in terms of why there might be a babysitter around when Paige is here as well. “Or something,” Noelle said. Though she seemed oblivious to the trace of amusement flickering in Violet’s eyes, Noelle at least was taking the same professional approach she did with Paige. “Your friend is upstairs.” “Oh, I know,” Violet said, “I was just grabbing some water for the girls. Sorry for the interruption.” She didn’t take it any further than that. Turning her attention right away to the cabinet and then the sink, Paige’s dark haired gamer friend made short work of filling up a few glasses. There were definitely cups and bottles upstairs, as their group would spend hours up in Paige’s room at a time. If anything, they mostly came down for food. But this way, I would be called ‘Miley’ by someone that wasn’t my sister. I was facing away from the sink as I worked, but Violet managed to shoot me a knowing look as she carried the full glasses out into the hallway. Noelle was busy with her own laptop, no doubt using the time to take care of her own stuff while she supervised me, so I was the only one that witnessed the potential tell that this wasn’t at all a normal situation. And if Violet already knew about all this before even arriving, I didn’t want to think about what Paige might be telling her friends in person upstairs. But, as usual, there was nothing I could do about it. Lightly blushing from the recent encounter with Violet, I tried to focus back on the science worksheet in front of me. Maybe if I knocked out the whole thing and did well with my answers, Noelle would bend the rules and give me a chance to go grab a bra since Paige was busy at the moment. And by grab a bra, I meant to use that as an excuse to go to my room in general. For the time being, however, I was stuck at the table. Working on Miley’s summer assignments, and praying that more of Paige’s friends weren’t going to stop by to see for themselves that I literally had a babysitter thanks to how my sister had jumped at the opportunity to fuck me over with this mix-up instead of explaining things to Noelle. I could only imagine what Miley was up to right now. Enjoying a house to herself and the freedoms of summer, all while I was the one suffering the consequences of her actions. ------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" and other stories on my Patreon: www.patreon.com/user?u=73056590

Great addition!! I think he keeps his teeth a little longer as nothing in the story yet said they were a problem ….. they’re in a nursery. And he is wearing a pink diaper? So many ways the story can go ….. still have the baby and daddy to meet so on and so on ….. keep up the good work !

Wearing a double 400gsm terry cloth diaper with two GeffenBaby Super Absorber Plus pads with Kylie Kanga PUL waterproof pants over them, Very wet, just chillin’.

Thanks to @Crinklz Katfor donating $50 again this month!

Mom: I come up and check on you and find a very wet diaper

@Loveable_guy No I did not! *sniff* And taper the fluid BACK? Nope! After all, I am using a catheter in an unconventional manner. The more fluids, the better! My wife shares the same bad as I also. Sometimes she sleeps through my escapades and other times she does not. I try not to wake her. Yes, you need to plug the funnel end of the catheter to force the fluid to come out the hole you made in the catheter. I have one Foley I modified by cutting the funnel off. (Less to flop around and get in the way.) I then inserted a small solid bead into the hole I made in the Foley and forced it down barely below the hole opening. All the fluid goes out the hole I made instead of down the inside of the catheter. All cautions apply. Do not do this at home. It could potentially cause a UTI. Use at your own risk. I am real close to trying a stent. Not quite, but close. Of course at one time I was aghast about using a Foley.

I mentioned it in my original post. This is one of my favorite footies in public scenes of all time, about halfway through the episode. It's a dream sequence, but it has 80s style footies in a club as well as a nightgown with slippers.

You're right, I forgot about her already. So they do have an in at the police station. The question is, is she really good or could she still be on the take or being blackmailed? So many possibilities.

Real quick. There will be an update this week. Thanks for everyone’s interest.

Keeping secrets Part 9 (of 11) It was almost a quarter to six when Tracy returned to the scrap yard. She pulled the suitcase containing her remote control rig out and dragged it across the gravel to Kat's shack. "You're late." Kat was sitting in the same spot where Tracy had left her more than five hours earlier. "I'm sorry, oh great and powerful Mistress Katarina," Tracy said facetiously. "Is that really the way you want to do this?" Kat looked at Tracy, who didn't really know what to say. "I didn't think so," Kat said after a couple of silent seconds. "So, are you ready?" "Yeah, just give me a hand with this." Tracy lifted the suitcase up the two steps and tried to open the door with her butt. Kat helped her and Tracy walked backwards through the door. When she turned around, she got a bit of a surprise. The inside of the shack looked more like a stereotypical den. There was a pull-out sofa bed with a big crochet blanket in one corner, a small fridge in another. On the walls were some old posters of turn-of-the-century rock bands that Tracy had never heard of and a bass guitar. The sunlight filtering in through the curtains coloured everything a golden yellow. "OK. This was not what I was expecting," Tracy said. "Well, what did you expect? Chains and floggers?" "Actually, more like workbenches and soldering irons and circuit boards all over the place." Tracy parked her suitcase next to the sofa. "Sorry to disappoint." "Not at all. This is... nice." Tracy picked at one of the strings on the guitar. Kat started laughing. "What?!?" "Nothing," Kat said inbetween the giggles. "No seriously." "I was just imagining Jessie's face when I tell her you were fingering my G-string." Kat pointed at the guitar, giggling uncontrollably. "Jeez, what are you? Twelve?" Tracy tried to sound cool about the joke, but she could feel her cheeks burning. It took Kat a few more seconds to get her laughing under control and she still sniggered while booting up an antique-looking desktop computer. It was a boxy, institutional greyish-brown tower with lots of colourful stickers. Tracy had the distinct feeling that its interior components didn't match its dated exterior. "So, how do you want to do this?" Tracy asked while turning on her remote control rig. Kat pulled out the sofa bed. "We'll park you here," she patted the bed, "and then run the signal from your rig through my computer. That way, I can copy anything coming from the site." "OK." Tracy handed Kat a wire to connect the two computers. "I guess we should get started then." "Not quite." Kat tossed something to Tracy. "A diaper?" "Yeah. That's my bed you're lying on. You'd better believe I'm going to be taking precautions." "But a diaper?" Tracy held the diaper as though it was a dead rodent. "It's either that or strapping you to the toilet while you're logged in. Your choice." "Why do you even have these?" "Jessie got a couple of them at the hospital when they fixed up her legs." "Jessie's wearing these? I couldn't tell." "Oh she isn't. But waste not, want not." Kat grinned. "Now, are you going to get changed while I get things set up in here? Tracy hesitated and looked around. Kat stopped and looked at her. "What is it? Did you want help?" she asked innocently. "Um no, I just... where..." "The bathroom is up in the house if you don't want to change here." Tracy left Kat and went outside, tucking the diaper under her jacket, out of sight. Do I really want answers this badly? I'm twenty-six, not two. As bizarre as Kat's alternative solution was, it seemed a viable option. But on the other hand, there was just something fundamentally wrong about the thought of being strapped to a toilet with your pants around your ankles while being online. Tracy's thoughts were interrupted by Kat opening the door. "Oh good, you're still here. I just remembered something. We need this to be as close to the original visit as possible, so you probably shouldn't pee before putting on that diaper." "Yeah, about that. How, exactly, were you thinking of strapping me to the toilet." "You know, duct tape or rope around your chest and the water tank. Something like that." "That doesn't sound like you've thought this through properly." "Well, I never thought that'd be the option you'd go with. After all, you know how tiny that bathroom is. There's no way that Jessie won't find out if we do things that way. I mean, she has line of sight to that bathroom door and there's no way I can keep that door closed while I tie you up. And even if we did manage to close it, she'd probably be curious what you were doing in there for an hour." Tracy realised she hadn't thought about that. "Also," Kat continued, "You probably won't even need the diaper. Like I said: It's a precaution. I'm going to be monitoring the signal and blocking anything from reaching you anyway." Tracy thought about it. Kat had a point. But still, it was a diaper. Kat obviously sensed Tracy's reluctance. "If I thought it'd help, I'd offer to dress up myself. The complete Mistress Katarina outfit. But somehow I don't think that'd help." "Why do you want this so bad," Tracy asked, suddenly suspicious. You know what? I'll wear one if you wear one." "Don't think I won't," Kat said. "I really want a look at that code. If they've managed to remote control muscles, that could be worth some serious cash. So if wearing a diaper for an hour or two is what it takes, I'll do it." She grabbed the diaper from under Tracy's jacket and darted back inside. Tracy almost followed her in, but realised that if Kat was serious, she'd be undressing. A couple of minutes later she came back out again. "Are you..." Tracy didn't quite know how to end the question. Kat just lifted her t-shirt to show Tracy the white plastic peeking out above the waistband of her pants. She held out another diaper to Tracy. "Your turn." Tracy knew the argument was lost and took the diaper with a sigh. Once inside the shack, she unfolded the white plastic. The crinkling sound seemed to fill the room and Tracy cringed as he put the diaper down on the bed. She looked around one more time, making sure the curtains were drawn before unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her thighs. Her underwear was next and then, with her pants around her knees, she sat down on the diaper. The tissue-paper-like inside of the diaper felt stiff and strange, and when Tracy laid back, pulled the diaper up between her thighs and taped it in place, it didn't feel like it had in the VR. It somehow felt less real. Tracy pulled her underwear and jeans up and buttoned them. The diaper was obviously much thinner than the exaggerated one she had had in the VR, but the added bulk, however small, was unfamiliar and made it feel just as big. As Tracy walked across the room to the door, she found that walking in a real diaper felt nothing like the VR one. It felt like somebody had put several layers of thick, stiff cloth in her pants and she realised she was waddling slightly. Tracy adjusted herself and focused on keeping her legs together while walking; even if it made her feel like she was walking like a model on a catwalk. Opening the door, Tracy found Kat leaning against the wall next to it. "Ready?" she asked, her impatience obvious. Tracy sighed. "Yeah. Let's just get this over with," she said and stepped to the side, letting Kat in. Then she sat down on the bed and grabbed the thick, yellow cord, brushing some imaginary dust off the plug at the end of it. "Now remember, we need to make this as similar to last time as possible. So try to do the same things in the same order. That way, the readings we get should be easier to compare to the ones from last time." Kat taped several electrodes to Tracy's forehead, neck and chest. Then sat down in a chair and began typing on her laptop. "Everything?" Tracy asked. "Even... you know." "Well, that is what we're hoping to get readings from." "You don't sound too certain that this is going to work." Kat shrugged. "Nothing's ever one hundred percent. You ready?" "Almost." Tracy inserted the thumb drive with her fake identity and checked that Ivana had enough money on her debit card to cover another hour. Then she entered the address and plugged in the yellow interface wire. The itching sensation of an incoming signal began almost immediately, along with the growing heaviness of her limbs. "Are you recording?" Tracy asked Kat as she put the keyboard down on the bed. Kat gave a thumbs up and Tracy closed her eyes, falling down into the black nothingness. ~~~ The login went more quickly this time since Tracy, or rather Ivana, wasn't a new user. Tracy chose the "small"-option again, just like last time, but when she was faced with the choice between "Option 1" and "Option 2" she paused. She wondered what the difference was. It seemed likely that she would be in diapers either way, since she had chosen "small". Then it dawned on her: Number one and number two. Tracy quickly chose the first option. No way I'm risking that! A few moments later, Tracy found herself in a similar room as the first time. There was a giant bed and a night stand next to it, but the chair was different and instead of the wardrobe and a dressing table, there was a chest of drawers the size of a dump truck. "Okay, thlightly diffewent. Pwobably thome kind of wandomither." God that's annoying. Remembering her fall the last time, Tracy stood. The floor felt just as wobbly, but this time she was prepared for it. When she lost her balance, she sat down, feeling the impact travel up her spine to her skull, making her a little dizzy. Just like last time it made Tracy wet herself, and just like last time, she came. Shortly thereafter someone showed up to change her. Whoever this was, they didn't know their way around a diaper like the previous one, fiddling quite a bit with the tapes before they finished. But once Tracy was back in a dry diaper and was being held, she had the same overwhelming feeling of warmth and comfort. She eagerly accepted a pacifier and just snuggled closer, not wanting the feeling to stop. The feeling of euphoria was so overpowering that when she felt the urge to pee, Tracy barely stopped to think about it. She just let it go and rode what felt like a tsunami of pleasure. When her hour was up, Tracy was once again dumped out to the login screen. Unlike the last time, however, she had to stop herself from going back in. Focus Trace, Kat is waiting and... and you're on her bed, wearing a diaper. Tracy gave a deep sigh, or whatever the virtual equivalent of a sigh was, and disconnected. ~~~ When Tracy returned to the real world, she found Kat straddling her stomach and her arms and legs tied to... something. "What the fuck?!? Get off me!" Tracy exclaimed. Kat scrambled off, tumbling over the edge of the bed and landing heavily on the floor. Tracy yanked at the ropes holding her. "Let me loose. Right now!" "Okay, okay. Calm down." "Don't you fucking tell me to calm down. You tied me up, you freak. And how long did you sit there humping me?" Kat stopped. "Shut up," she said. "I only tied you up because you were twitching all over the place. And I was about to untie you when you came back." "Oh." "So, did you wet yourself again?" Kat asked matter-of-factly. The question surprised Tracy. For a moment, she had completely forgotten about the diaper she was wearing. The very wet diaper. She began squirming, wanting to get away from the damp mass resting between her thighs and under her butt. "Get me untied," she demanded. "I wanna get this thing off." "I'll take that as a 'yes'," Kat said. She leaned across Tracy to untie her right wrist, giving Tracy a faceful of boobs in the process. "Do you mind?" Tracy asked, her voice half muffled. "Sorry. Force of habit. The people I have tied up usually don't mind." Kat clambered over Tracy and knelt next to her instead. As soon as her hands were free and Kat proceeded to untie her legs, Tracy sat up. The squishing sensation as her weight shifted made Tracy cringe and she tried to lift her butt off the mattress. When her legs were free she almost crab-walked off the bed and waddled out the door. She half ran, half waddled and half stumbled her way to Jessie and Diego's house. As she entered the front office, she saw Jessie was still in the same place she had been earlier, but the paperwork had been replaced with a plate of something reddish-brown and steaming. Apparently Diego was cooking. Jessie looked up from the food when Tracy entered. "Don't ask," she said. "I just need to use the shower." "Uh, sure. You know where it is." Jessie leaned back to look out the window at Kat's shack. "Everything OK?" "Not sure. I just really need to use the shower." Tracy gritted her teeth and didn't waddle across the room in the same way drunks don't stumble when they try to pretend they're not drunk. Once inside the bathroom, Tracy made sure the door was locked. Then she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her pants and underwear. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, wearing only her t-shirt and the diaper, and had something of a flashback to the VR where she had been dressed the same way. For the briefest of moments, she wondered if this could all be part of the VR, but she concluded that there was no way the VR could have Kat's rather unique personality on file. Also, there was the fact that the wet diaper wasn't giving her an orgasm. It doesn't feel entirely horrible. It's just... It's a diaper and it's wet. Tracy reached down and touched the smooth plastic. While it was nowhere near as pleasurable as in the VR, it didn't feel bad. The swollen diaper almost felt like a hand, gently cupping her. Tracy almost undid the tapes, but then she stopped. She bent over and pulled off her socks and then the t-shirt. And then, just for a few moments, she looked at herself in the mirror. The nearly naked woman staring back at her didn't look all terrible. Once more, she ran her hand over the smooth plastic, marvelling at how... different it felt. Cut it out Trace. You're not a freak. Now get this thing off and get cleaned up. We need to figure this shit out. Tracy undid the tapes and held the diaper as it fell off her. She quickly bundled it up and put it in the sink. Then she took a shower, washing quite a bit more thoroughly than she usually did. After the shower, Tracy was getting dressed while trying to figure out how to get the bundled-up diaper out to the garbage without Jessie noticing it. When she couldn't find anything, Tracy carefully picked up the diaper and draped her jacket over it. In the front office, Jessie had been joined by Diego and they were having dinner. Tracy wasn't really a fan of Diego's cooking, but it smelled good. "Ah, there you are," Jessie said. "Are you feeling better?" "Uh, yeah? Why do you ask?" "You looked like you were trying to hide that you'd shit yourself when you came in here." Before Tracy had a chance to answer, Jessie continued. "Now, unless you're going commando under there, which really isn't your style, I'm guessing that's not really what was the problem." Tracy felt her cheeks burning. "I don't want to talk about it," she stammered before rushing out the door. Outside, she took a deep breath. Pollution had never smelled as good. Then she dropped the soiled diaper in the garbage before walking back to Kat's shack. "Okay, how did they do it?" Tracy asked as she came through the door. Kat was sitting by a small table, carefully studying the screen. "Don't know yet, but the answer is here. And I'm going to find it." "Any idea how long it'll take?" Tracy looked at the screen, but couldn't make heads or tails of the code on it. Kat shrugged. "Could be anything from five minutes to three days. Maybe even longer." "So what do I do in the meantime?" Tracy began pacing back and forth. "Well... For one, you really shouldn't visit that site again. Ever." "Why not? I mean, other than the obvious." "See these lines of code here?" Kat pointed at the screen. "It's more or less the same as what I use in BTL's." "Are you saying that site is actually addictive?" "Not really addictive, but it comes close. My guess is that it's borderline legal, but then again, so are a lot of dangerous drugs. Including some of mine, by the way." "Bummer." Tracy sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. "You sound disappointed." "Can you imagine the bonus I could have ended up with if I had proof that my client's husband was a drug dealer? That's the sort of thing that gives divorce lawyers raging hard-ons." Kat chuckled. "Look, I'll let you know when I know something. In the meantime you might want to invest in some precautions. I mean, just in case..." "Yeah, that's not happening. It's not like I had any after-effects the last time." "Look, I'm just saying that this is your second exposure. If I were you, I'd rather be safe than sorry." Kat tossed a green plastic bag to Tracy who almost caught it. It landed on the floor and the two diapers inside slid out. Tracy picked them up like they were dead rats and put them back in the bag. "Those are last two that Jessie got. Just take them. Please. You might need them. And if it turns out you don't, then no harm done. I mean, it's not like you have to explain them to a boyfriend or anything." "What do you know about that?" Tracy asked indignantly. "Jessie talks," Kat said awkwardly. "She doesn't show it, but I think she worries about you." "Well, she should just learn to stay out of my business," Tracy said and stormed out. She was already in her car when she realised two things: She was still holding the bag with the diapers and her suitcase was still in Kat's shack. Tracy threw the bag into the passenger-side footwell with an exasperated groan and went back. When she came back in, Kat looked up. "Not a word," Tracy warned her before grabbing the suitcase and pulling it out the door and to her car.

Time for a new Sol Sombra story, this one from the perspective of the caregiver. It's a lot different than the previous stuff I've posted, as it's a series of one-off encounters with the main character as the only real continuity. I hope you enjoy the adventures of Monserrat, Adult Babysitter for Hire! ----- 1 Amira “Tell me again how it isn’t prostitution.” The voice on the phone was more than a little sarcastic. Not that Clarissa had a lot of tones that weren’t sarcastic. Monserrat glanced in irritation at her phone, hanging on the dash of her car. With an effort she forced her eyes back on the road. “Because, bitch, I’m not having sex with anyone. It’s companionship.” “Monchi, you think they aren’t expecting it?” Clarissa asked. Notifications flashing on the phone caught the corner of Monserrat’s vision. She rolled her eyes. How many times had she told Lyssa she couldn’t look at memes while driving? “The client puts up what they’re expecting on the job posting. I don’t pick the ones that are asking for sex.” “Yeah, you and all the other women on that app. I’m sure dudes learned early not to check that box.” “I’m not even visiting a guy today. The client is a woman.” “Uh huh, and I’m sure her boyfriend won’t just ‘happen’ to be there when you show up.” “If that happens, I’ll cancel the job and leave.” Monserrat said, exasperated. “I’m girl bossing this, you don’t have to worry about me.” “I’m pretty sure that worrying about you is in the best friend job description.” Clarissa said. “Just be careful, okay?” “I am, that’s why we’re talking on the way to the job. You have the address and everything. If I don’t text you in forty five minutes, call the cops.” “Yeah, I know the plan. The fact that you’re on a job with that kind of plan is what’s making me worry.” “It’ll be fine. It’s a better way to pay for college than stripping.” “We should move to Europe so that’s not even a choice we have to make.” “Yeah, I’ll get right on that multi-year immigration process. Love you Lyssa. I’m pulling into the driveway now.” “Love you Monchi. Don’t be late on that text, be safe.” Monserrat swiped the call closed and let her call roll to a gentle stop in the client’s driveway. The house looked normal enough, painted a sort of algae blue. It was a nice neighborhood too. She sighed and checked the escort app on her phone. EscortQuest made a lot of promises about the amount of money you could make, and how you wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do. “Here’s hoping that’s actually true.” Monserrat said to herself. She checked in on the app and knocked on the door. There were some odd shuffling sounds before the door was hesitantly opened to reveal a dark skinned woman in a floral top. “Hi, are you from EscortQuest?” “That’s me.” Monserrat said, smiling her best customer service smile. “I’m Monserrat. Are you Amira?” “Yes, I’m Amira. I have my ID here, you need to see it, right?” “Yes please.” Monserrat checked Amira’s ID, it seemed legit. She showed her own as well. Neither of them were able to legally drink, but Amira was a couple of years older, and doing pretty well to have a house. Or maybe she was just renting it. “Okay uh, come on in.” Amira stepped back, still shy or hesitant. The fact that she wasn’t straight to business was reassuring. After all, Monserrat still didn’t know exactly what to expect from these escort jobs. “Thanks.” The house was very clean, with tasteful art up on the walls. It didn’t look like it had been cut into a bunch of tiny rooms for college students. The living room was set up for a kid, with toys and coloring books on a shelf next to the TV. “Is this a babysitting job?” Monserrat asked in surprise. “There have got to be cheaper babysitting services.” “Uh, it is.” Amira smiled, blushing cutely. “But I can’t use a regular babysitter. I’m uh, I’m the baby you’re sitting.” Monserrat blinked and looked Amira over more carefully. She was wearing shortalls that on further examination had been embroidered with teddy bears. The floral top had very short sleeves and was smoothly taut down well past the waist of the shortalls. An adult-sized onesie, but in a kiddie print instead of the usual solid colors. “Oh.” Monserrat chuckled. “Not what I was expecting, but not necessarily a problem. I guess we should talk about what you want me to do?” Amira nodded. “It’s pretty easy to explain but let me know if you have any questions about the details. I want you to treat me like I’m a baby. Well, toddler, I guess. Watch me, give me stuff to play with, make a lunch for me, all the regular babysitting stuff.” “You want to do it like make-believe?” Monserrat asked. “Should I babytalk you? Are you going to babytalk?” “Yeah.” Amira said with another blush, and a little squirm. Said squirm was accompanied by a suspicious rustle from Amira’s rather bulky rear. “Are you wearing a diaper?” Monserrat asked, amused. “Yes, but uh, you don’t have to deal with that part if you don’t want to.” Amira said, blushing even more. “Of course, I do.” Monserrat said, taking Amira’s hand to the other girl’s surprise. “If you’re too little to be potty trained, you’re going to need some help, aren’t you?” “Yeah, but I don’t really use them…” Amira began. “Come on sweetie.” Monserrat interrupted, leading Amira into the living room. She had over a foot on the other girl, and her frame was a lot bigger from the basketball and volleyball workouts. It made it easy for her to slip into the game. From Amira’s expression she was getting into it too, but still had some reservations. “You can call me Monchi.” Monserrat said, manhandling Amira down to a sitting position on the carpet. “We’re going to have a lot of fun today, okay?” Amira giggled, squirming as embarrassment and delight warred on her face. “Okay Monchi. I wanna watch TV.” “Hmm, maybe in a bit.” Monserrat said. “Let’s get to know each other a little bit first and do some coloring. If you’re a good girl, we can watch an episode of something after lunch.” “But I want to watch Octonauts!” Amira pouted. It would have been cute except for the more adult expression of annoyance in her eyes. “Creature Report!” Monserrat said, crouching down by Amira and grabbing her sides. “Creature report! We have encountered a fussy baby. Check, Check, Check!” She dug her fingers in lightly, tickling Amira under her ribs. “Ack, hey!” Amira giggled helplessly. She briefly batted at Monserrat’s hands but fell back as the tickling overwhelmed her. “Creature Report, tickling seems to improve the baby’s mood, check, check, check!” Monserrat grinned, relenting on the tickling. She stroked Amira’s belly gently, while sneaking her other hand up the leg of the shortalls. Amira was clearly caught off guard, lying on the floor with a happy grin until Monserrat dug her fingers deftly under the crotch of her diaper. The little girl squeaked and blushed until her face was several shades darker. Amira froze on the carpet, staring at Monserrat with wide eyes. “Seems like you’re still dry, good girl!” Monserrat said excitedly. She made it more than a perfunctory check, sweeping her fingers across the bulky padding toward the back. Amira was wearing a real diaper, just sized up a bit for an adult. It otherwise felt exactly like what the actual babies she’d sat had been wearing. “If you can behave and stay dry until after lunch, we’ll watch Octonauts for sure.” Monserrat withdrew her fingers and hauled the smaller girl into a sitting position. Amira didn’t answer right away. Monserrat watched her carefully. She needed a good review from her first client, after all. The other girl was trembling a little, but she didn’t look upset. Her breath was coming fast, and her eyes were dilated. She kept her eyes on Monserrat but refused to meet her babysitter’s yes. She’s turned on by this. Really turned on. Monserrat grinned. This was going to be fun after all. Teasing had always been something she’d enjoyed doing in the bedroom. Now she was going to get paid for it. Monserrat stretched and deliberately grabbed her chest, hefting her breasts. “Are you staring at these, baby? They’re big, huh?” Amira jerked her eyes up to meet Monserrat’s in the horniest panic the babysitter had ever seen. “Sorry, I can’t feed you the same way your mommy does, but if you need a snack, I can get one started. Do you want a snack, Mira? Huh? Snackies?” Even through her bra, Amira’s nipples were clearly visible. She nodded. “Use your words, sweetie.” Monserrat said, patting Amira’s tightly curled hair. “Do you want a snack?” “Y-yes pwease.” Amira said, shuddering. “Good girl! Find something to color, I’ll be back in a bit.” Monserrat beamed. She put a coloring book and a small pack of crayons into Amira’s hands before making her way to the kitchen. There were a variety of items set out on the counter. A baby bottle was present, but so was a sippy cup. There was a child-safe bowl and an oversized kid’s spork as well. Monserrat wondered if Amira hadn’t been able to decide how young she wanted to pretend to be, or if she had been worried that her escort wouldn’t be willing to take the game to a certain level. I bet it’s the second one, Monserrat thought. A search of the cupboards and fridge didn’t yield and baby formula. Monserrat resolved to bring some herself if Amira hired her again. She’d certainly be able to afford extras like that with the rates on the app. There was milk, at least, which Monserrat put in a saucepan to warm. While she waited, she peeked into the living room to see how her baby was doing. Amira was lying on her stomach, coloring away. Monserrat grinned. I should have gone for an even more baby activity, She thought. Maybe after lunch and the show. Her phone dinged, letting her know that it was time to text Clarissa. She shot off a quick, ‘all clear’ message and put her phone away. Monserrat tested the bottle full of warm milk on her wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot. If Amira was going to commit to the role, she certainly was as well. “Snack time!” Monserrat said brightly, sitting down next to Amira. Amira looked at the bottle. Another big blush crossed her cheeks. Then she shook her head. “I want chips.” “That’s not a good snack for a baby!” Monserrat declared dramatically. “Does your other babysitter let you eat those?” Amira rolled her eyes. Monserrat could feel the other girl sipping out of the game. “Just get me some chips.” She said, sourly. Monserrat brought her hand down to swat Amira’s bottom. The thick diaper made a satisfying POW sound. Amira stared at Monserrat in disbelief. “There’s more where that came from, little girl.” Monserrat said firmly. “Now come here so I can give you your bottle.” Contritely, Amira crawled over to Monserrat. She seemed a lot more into the game again. So, she likes it when I take charge, or discipline her, Monserrat thought. I can do that. I’ll have to give her opportunities to misbehave. In short order Monserrat was braced against the couch with Amira lying on her lap. She had an arm firmly around the smaller girl, with Amira’s ear pressed against her breast. Monserrat could feel Amira’s heart pounding through the embrace as she lowered the bottle to the girl’s lips. It was clearly a new, or at least unusual experience for Amira. She inexpertly sucked on the bottle, spattering milk on her cheeks and swallowing air. Though she quickly tried to squirm out of Monserrat’s hold or turn her face away, Monserrat held firm. “Sit still little girl. You’re making yourself such a messy baby.” Monserrat said, relentlessly guiding the bottle’s nipple into Amira’s mouth. Though she never stopped squirming, Amira resigned herself enough that she didn’t try to dodge the bottle anymore. She still swallowed air or spit a bit of milk up onto her cheeks. Every time she did, she’d blush some more. It was adorable. As the bottle was finishing, Monserrat caught Amira sneaking a hand down her shortalls, rubbing at the crotch of her diaper. She took the bottle out of Amira’s mouth and grabbed her arm. “Bad baby! No playing with your diaper. You’re going to make a really big mess!” Amira squirmed, “But I…” “No, I don’t want to hear it.” Monserrat said, lightly swatting Amira’s hand. She spat on a washcloth and rubbed the milk off Amira’s lips and cheeks in a businesslike fashion. Unable to hide her state any longer, Amira moaned and reached for her crotch again. Monserrat grabbed the girl’s wrists and pulled Amira up to sit straddled on her left thigh. “Uh oh, feeling too full? Is that it, baby girl?” Monserrat lightly bounced Amira on her thigh, still holding her wrists pinned. Amira gasped and moaned again. “Oh, Monchi, please, just let me… oooh… BRAP.” A massive burp sounded out of Amira as the air she’d swallowed was released. Her face froze in an expression of embarrassed horror. Monserrat kept on bouncing Amira on her leg as if nothing had happened. “That’s it baby, let it all out. That’s a good girl.” Amira struggled weakly at the hold on her wrists, hiding her face in her shoulder. Her moans were getting louder, all pretense of subtlety abandoned. A few smaller burps escaped, prompting an embarrassed wince every time. Monserrat bounced the girl until her skin was just starting to shine with sweat and her moans were coming fast and desperate. Abruptly, she stopped and lowered Amira onto her back on the carpet. “What? No, no, don’t stop!” Amira whined. “We’re all done burping you.” Monserrat said. “But you look a little bit hot. Let’s get baby cooled off.” She firmly set Amira’s arms over her head and unbuckled the girl’s shortalls. While Amira writhed in frustration on the floor, Monserrat peeled her shortalls off and popped open the crotch snaps of the girl’s onesie. This time she was even less subtle about the diaper check, hooking her fingers into the rumpled crotch of the Amira’s Rearz diaper. It was more than damp, but not exactly wet. Monserrat pulled the onesie up while Amira was distracted and arching her hips up. It was a bit of a tussle to get it over the girl’s shoulders and head, but the principle was the same as with a wiggly toddler. Amira panted, looking at Monserrat, now in just her bra and diaper. “What are you going to do?” “I’m just making sure you’re comfortable, sweetie.” Monserrat said. “Looks like you got into Mommy’s bras, no wonder you’re all sweaty.” Brooking no disagreement from Amira, Monserrat unsnapped the bra and tossed it on the couch. “There you go, babies don’t need to wear those.” “Please.” Amira said. “Please…” “Please what, sweetie? What do you need?” Monserrat rubbed gentle circles on Amira’s bare belly. She was a beautiful girl, her small breasts heaving and perky. Monserrat was beginning to wonder how strict she wanted to be about the no-sex rule she’d established. “Please.” Amira begged. “I need. I… I need to cum. Please.” “Oh no!” Monserrat said with a vicious grin. “That would be a SUPER good girl reward. You haven’t exactly been bad, but you have been fussy.” “But…” A whine that was almost a cry came out of Amira. “Oh dear, are you getting overwhelmed, sweetie?” Monserrat gathered Amira up, pleased to discover that she could lift the smaller girl without having to make a huge show of effort. She sat them both on the couch, Amira on her lap facing forward. “Let’s watch your show, okay?” Monserrat put an arm around Amira, carefully settling her hand just below Amira’s breasts. She felt the girl stiffen and then snuggle back into her as she turned on the TV. “This isn’t how I thought we would play.” Amira said. Interestingly, she reached for her diaper but pulled her hands away with a guilty expression, before Monserrat had to admonish her. “No? Am I a bad babysitter?” Monserrat asked quietly into Amira’s ear. “No, you’re a good babysitter.” Amira said breathlessly. “Is baby Amira having a good time?” Monserrat asked, shifting her hand up onto Amira’s breast. “Ahh! Yes Monchi.” “What a good girl.” Monserrat squeezed Amira’s breast gently before sliding her hand away. “But you still want your super good girl reward, don’t you?” “Yes please!” Amira squirmed against Monserrat until the larger girl had to hold her tightly to keep her on the lap. “Silly baby, you know that your babysitter isn’t going to take your diaper off until you’ve used it. Your mommy would be very upset if I wasted the diapers she bought.” A gasp interrupted Amira’s now-constant whining. “I don’t… really use them though.” “Sure you do.” Monserrat said. “I don’t see a practice-potty around here anywhere. You’re telling me you’ve never peed in your diapers?” “Ju-just once.” Amira whispered. “And how did that feel?” Monserrat asked. Amira couldn’t answer that one. She squirmed again until Monserrat had to hold her with both arms. “You know what I think?” Monserrat asked. “I think you’re just pretending to be a big girl. Of course you’ve pottied in your diapers more than once. Let’s watch your show. Don’t worry, babysitter Monchi will change you when you need it.” As the Octonauts theme song played, Amira calmed down a little. She even started sucking her thumb as the show progressed. Despite her outward calm, Monserrat could feel the girl’s heartbeat and the warm glow on her skin. Baby’s motor was still running pretty hot. The more turned on she was, the more she seemed to want to act like a baby. On the other hand, Amira didn’t seem to be able to commit to the role fully. That makes sense, Monserrat thought. This is our first scene together. It would be hard to relax. Determined to get Amira the best experience she could, Monserrat gently engaged her about the show, asking her questions about the characters and the sea-creature of the week. She lightly stroked Amira’s body while they watched, soothing her without letting her wind down her desire too much. It seemed to work, Amira’s responses to questions became much more babyish. As the show was wrapping up with a creature report, Amira suddenly became very squirmy again. “What’s the matter sweetie?” Monserrat asked, tightening her grip on the girl. “Nu-nothing.” Amira said. “I wanna get up.” “Oh?” Monserrat asked with a mischievous grin. “Just wait a bit hon, we’re almost done with the show.” She shifted her grip to firmly hold Amira over her bladder. “Ugh, Monchi, don’t!” “Don’t what, baby?” “I hafta… I hafta…” “What hon?” Monserrat pushed down more firmly on Amira’s diaper. “No! I gotta, Monchi, pwease!” Amira thrashed, only to be caught tight in Monserrat’s strong grip. “You have to tell me what it is, or I can’t help you.” “POTTY!” Amira cried out. It was too late. Monserrat felt the girl sag in her arms. Shifting her hand to Amira’s crotch, she felt warmth in the diaper as it expanded. “Oh, you should have said something before, we could have tried getting to the potty.” Monserrat said, kissing Amira on the temple. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” Monserrat lay Amira on the floor. The girl had an unreadable mix of emotions on her face. She wasn’t getting up or trying to do anything with her diaper, and by the looks of it she was still filling it. Next to the shelf of toys was a very well stocked chest with changing supplies. Monserrat returned to Amira, her heart melting when she saw tears in the girl’s eyes. “Uh oh, I think baby wasn’t being honest with me.” Monserrat said, unrolling the changing blanket. “Look at all this diaper changing stuff your mommy has for you.” She scooted Amira onto the changing blanket and dabbed away the tears in her eyes as tenderly as she could. For a few moments she just sat and watched Amira’s face, stroking her hair. “Are you alright, Mira?” “I pottied.” Amira said, something like fear or sadness in her voice. “That’s okay. Babies use their diapers for potty.” Monserrat hesitated for a bit. Deliberately, she leaned down and kissed Amira’s lips. “You’re a good girl Amira.” Monserrat whispered, looking into Amira’s eyes from mere inches away. “I am?” Amira trembled, flushing with desire again. “A very good girl.” Monserrat grinned slyly and cupped Amira’s breast with one hand. “An especially, extra, SUPER good girl.” Amira’s eyes went wide. She shivered, nodding eagerly at Monserrat. “Good girl get reward?” “That’s right. You’re my very good girl.” Monserrat firmly grabbed the crotch of Amira’s diaper, squishing it. Amira whimpered, closing her eyes. “Here you go baby.” Monserrat pressed a set of interlocking plastic rings into Amira’s hands. “Be a good girl while I change you.” Amira giggled nervously and put one of the rings in her mouth. Monserrat slid her hands slowly down Amira’s body, tearing the tapes open on the girl’s diaper when her hands reached Amira’s waist. With all the meticulous care she’d give an actual baby, she cleaned Amira with a wet wipe. Amira was batting at the rings, moaning softly. Monserrat added a generous dollop of lotion to her hands and worked it slowly into Amira’s abdomen. Using the girl’s rising moans as a guide, she spread the lotion across Amira’s rear, her thighs, and finally onto the girl’s crotch. Sweaty and disheveled, Amira lay on the floor, surrendering to Monserrat. On a whim, Monserrat picked the girl’s ankles up, holding her legs up while she worked the lotion into the girl’s crotch. Amira arched her back, grabbing her breasts and moaning. The little girl’s breath came faster and faster with each deft circling motion of Monserrat’s fingers. The scream that Amira finally let loose was decidedly not babyish, but the thumb that went straight to her mouth was proof that the game had held. Monserrat found Amira limp and pliable as she powdered and then diapered the girl back up. She pulled the thick padding snug on Amira and made sure the tapes were set tight and firm. “It looks like you might need a nap, sweetie.” Monserrat said, brushing Amira’s sweaty forehead. Amira nodded. “Yes pwease.” “Okay, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Monserrat checked her phone. The session only had about fifteen minutes left. “By the time you wake up, your mommy should be back.” It took a while for that to register on Amira, but when it did, she focused a genuinely sad look on Monserrat. For a moment Monserrat considered extending the session, then clamped down on her puppy-dog-eyes induced guilt. “Will you come babysit me again?” Amira asked plaintively. “Of course, sweetie. You’re a good baby. You just need someone to remind you to be good sometimes, don’t you?” Monserrat smiled and patted Amira’s cheek. Her heart filled with warm fuzzy feelings when Amira nuzzled into the pat. “Yes Monchi. Thank you” Amira said. “Okay little one, let’s get you to bed.” Driving away, Monserrat tapped Clarissa’s contact on her phone. “Girl! I have been sitting here so damn curious! How did it go?” “It was really sweet actually. Like, I was surprised at the scene, but everything was legit. No hidden boyfriends or weird surprises.” “For real? No sex either?” “Uh, not exactly, no.” “Hah! I knew it was going to be a sex thing. Did you seriously…?” “No! Look, I’ll meet you for coffee and tell you all about it okay?” Monserrat laughed. “It was unusual all the way down.” “You buying?” “You better believe it. Payment already cleared to my account.” Monserrat said. “Dang, maybe I should get in on this.” Clarissa said. “Wait on that until I tell you what went down.” Monserrat said. “See you at the Black Drop?” “Be there in twenty!” Monserrat swiped the phone call off and smiled as her car rolled down the road. The road was gorgeous with about half the fall leaves on the trees still and the rest scattered across the sidewalks and lawns in a riot of colors. A notification popped up on her phone as Monserrat pulled into the coffee shop’s parking. She parked and thumbed it open. “I already have another job?” She said to herself in surprise. “Looks like the client is a guy but I’d be working with just his girlfriend? Ugh, it’s just like one of those Lyssa was warning me about.” She was about to reject the job when she saw a little star notification on the page. Touching it popped up a message. · You came highly recommended by a friend, Amira Hulbale. I’m hoping you’ll be willing to watch my girlfriend for an evening. Monserrat blinked at the message and chuckled. “I’m getting a reputation, I guess! Hmm, maybe I should add some stuff to my profile. These kinds of jobs are pretty fun.”

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. 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Chapter 26: Sort-Of Forgiveness Grace whimpered–she couldn’t deal with the cramps anymore. Bad timing and Pearce’s betrayal had worked against her, and with hours yet to go in her absurd, unfair time out, she gave up control. She told herself that’s what she was doing–giving up, not losing. Despite her attire of late, she was no baby, she could control herself, these were simply exceptional circumstances and the smart, correct decision was to not fight it. Still, going right there, she felt pretty stupid–she really, truly couldn’t do a thing to hold it, and anyone who walked by would know it. There were no universes in which Grace would deliberately fill up her diaper, not when she wouldn’t be changed out of it for hours. The muck spilled out into waiting, utterly sodden padding, a diaper so abused that it didn’t so much as absorb anything as it just held the mess in place, spreading out over the time out stool. At least Melody was out for the night and Brains had gone upstairs. If Pearce stayed in his room, maybe nobody would notice, at least not until her time out was over. She’d be able to avoid the humiliation until the very end, and then get it over with in one quick burst. Unless… Footsteps tapped down the staircase. (I had to think it,) she realized, annoyed by her own self-dooming mental prophecy. (Just please be Brains, I don’t want to hear from him right now.) Fighting the temptation to look away from the corner, Grace instead cast her gaze up, a slight grunt escaping through her lips as she tried to at least finish. Getting caught in a messy diaper would be bad enough, getting caught actively packing it full filled her with a sense of heady humiliation that made her want to scream and surrender. “Hey, Grace.” (Of course. It’s him.) She wasn’t sure if Pearce recognized she was still in the midst of blowing out her diaper’s seat, but she refused to acknowledge his presence. Not a nod, not a shake, not a sound. “I need to apologize.” A slight creak of the floorboards and light thump told Grace that he’d sat down behind her. “I…oh, geez. You’d been holding it a while, huh?” She caught the slight nasal quality of his words, and then heard a little shhh-shhh-shhh as he scooted a couple feet back over the hardwood floors. She didn’t respond. She couldn’t, she’d… (Is this a trick? He’s baiting me into more punishment?) That didn’t seem like something Pearce would do, but she didn’t think he’d give her five hours of time out, either. Just in case, she pressed her lips together tightly and resolved not to even think about responding. Of course, that meant she had to breathe through her nose. She wriggled uncomfortably, noting that–at least–the pressure on her bowels had abated now that she’d cleared them out. “I broke several rules, and left you in an uncomfortable position,” he said. “For that, I’m sorry.” Grace shut her eyes. (He seems sincere enough.) “I’m not letting you out of time out.” He said that flatly–nipping any hope in the bud, before she could start to wonder. “If I let you skip punishment, that sets a bad precedent.” (So why even tell me this?) Grace fumed. (It just seems like you wanted to stop feeling guilty, without doing anything to fix it.) “But I promise I’m going to try and honor the rules better. I won’t screw up again.” He paused, then added, “There’s no rule saying you can’t have dinner while in time out. Do you want food?” After a stunned pause, Grace nodded. “Ok. I’m going to go make you some dinner. I’ll be right back.” Her silent contemplation had a new character to it. Her physical condition had grown markedly more uncomfortable, but mentally, she felt a lot better. Pearce’s apology rang true, if a bit too little and far too late to save her day. He came back around a few minutes later, and she saw the edges of his hands and a towel as he wiped up the puddle she’d made. She’d no doubt make another one before her timeout was over, but the gesture made her feel a little better. When he returned with a bottle to drink from, her mood elevated a little more. At least she wouldn’t be in time out on an empty stomach. She now had a better way of telling time, too–she knew how long chicken nuggets took to cook, give or take, and she could hear the oven beep when it got up to temperature. That helped her get a sense of how long she waited, before he brought over a plate of nuggets with a side cup of honey mustard. It wasn’t the most appetizing; having to eat while getting the occasional whiff from the seat of her diaper, but she managed, opening wide for him to put each nugget in her mouth. He didn’t say much, just dipping each nugget, plopping it between her lips, and waiting for her to chew and swallow before repeating the process. Once she’d eaten, he wiped off her face, took the plate, and went to go do the dishes. As an additional concession to the sheer length of time she’d be stuck there, Pearce put the TV on too–nothing special, just Netflix autoplaying some cooking show or another, but the sounds of gentle British concern and string instruments helped mark the passage of time. (It’s about fifty minutes per episode, and I’ve already been here over an hour, so…just four episodes. That’s not bad.) It beat having to sit with her thoughts. Every hour or so–that is, roughly around when the credits music rolled on the TV–Pearce refreshed her bottle, as well as replacing the towel under her time out stool so that her inevitable and regular leaks wouldn’t soak into the hardwood. Her bottom seriously began to itch by the time the second episode ended, but she knew it wouldn’t be much longer, she could handle the waiting. Brains occasionally walked past, but didn’t engage. Melody, luckily, steered clear and didn’t come home at all. Finally, long after all sunlight had stopped filtering through the windows and she found herself seriously chafing between her cheeks, Pearce tapped on her shoulder. “Time out’s over. It’s bedtime.” “Oh, thank fuck,” she said, leaning back. She immediately fell, not having realized her feet were asleep, and it took a steadying hand from Pearce to pull her upright. “Thanks.” “Diaper change, then bath, then bed,” Pearce continued. “We’re not counting this as going past bedtime, since it was a time out situation.” “...right,” Grace said. “Okay.” She hadn’t expected him to go straight into rules clarification, but it was nice to have it confirmed that she wouldn’t be in more trouble. “Long day,” he said. “I’ve got more work to do once you’re asleep.” She felt a tiny twinge of guilt. Maybe she should have woken him up after all…but then again, he seemed to have learned his lesson. If he stuck to his promise and followed the rules going forward, then it’d be worth it: He’d have, finally, learned. Meanwhile, if he didn’t learn, he was hopeless, and she had nothing to feel guilty over anyways. Either way, she dismissed the concern. Pearce changed her in the bathroom, where a pre-drawn bath waited for her. Her utterly demolished diaper got discarded, he wiped up the worst of the muck, and transferred her into the tub, mostly focused on getting his work done as quickly as possible. Her thighs felt hot where the diaper rash had set in, particularly vulnerable to the temperature of the water, but it felt good to get clean, to wash the thin residue of pee and muck off her skin that baby wipes alone hadn’t removed. “Did you get your thing with your client worked out?” Grace asked, while he rubbed shampoo into her hair. He didn’t take as long as she’d liked, the duration of his hands working on her scalp couldn’t have been more than ten seconds before he started rinsing it out, but she still leaned into the moment of contact. “They haven’t fired me,” he responded. “Arms up.” She raised her arms so he could get suds and a washcloth under them, scrubbing her down efficiently. The cloth on her skin felt nice–just abrasive enough to make her feel clean. Half to his comment, half to the contact, she said, “That’s good.” If he understood her double meaning, he didn’t acknowledge it, moving efficiently on without looking her in the eyes. “Mhmm. Well, you’re all clean.” Reaching over, he pulled the plug. “Up, and we’ll get you in your PJs.” Grace idly wondered what was coming for her, as he ran the towel over her body and got her dried off. Would he get back at her, slightly, with something particularly embarrassing or uncomfortable? He’d made her sleep in that waddle onesie before, and she’d fussed plenty about it. Or he might go easy and just dress her up all cutesy. She didn’t ask, not wanting to tempt him one way or the other while he got her in her nighttime diaper. Pearce rubbed in cream on her rash that felt pasty and chalky but eased the discomfort, and powder over it made her skin feel cool and nice. He sat her up, left for a moment, and returned with a T-shirt. No bottoms, no frills, just a T-shirt. “Arms,” he said, guiding her into the shirt. She obeyed, looking down, expecting something humiliating to be printed on the front. ‘Princess Potty Pants’, maybe, or maybe something more on the nose, like just, ‘Diaper Baby’. It was just a plain blue T-shirt, one that came down a little past her waist. “Is this it?” Grace asked. “I thought it would be warm enough tonight, but if you think your legs will get cold I can find some bottoms for you,” Pearce suggested. “No, that’s fine,” she conceded. “It’s just, plain, is all.” “I thought you’d be happy about that.” Pearce helped her to stand. “Alright, though, seriously. Bedtime.” She nodded. “Sure.” Turning, she started walking to her room, waiting for Pearce to follow. He did, checking his phone on the way, only giving Grace a fraction of his attention. She got under her covers, and he looked her over briefly. “Alright,” he said. “You’re set. Good–” “Wait,” Grace said. He stopped. “What?” “I…” she hesitated. She wanted to ask him something. Anything. Keep his attention for a while. He’d, strictly speaking, done everything necessary to put her to bed, but she wanted something else. “Can I get a bottle of water?” Pearce nodded. “Sure. I’ll go get that.” He left her there, alone with her thoughts for a fleeting moment. Even though he’d taken care of her, given her comforts he hadn’t needed to, this felt…wrong. He hadn’t teased, or put her through the ringer. It had to be his way of apologizing–he’d messed up, now he was giving her an easy time to compensate. Maybe she had been too hard on him. Maybe she hadn’t. Either way, he definitely felt guilty enough. Too guilty, even. When he returned with her bottle, she accepted it, then caught his attention one more time. “Hey, Pearce,” she said, before he could leave the room. “What?” he asked, looking back at her with an expression that seemed…flat. Not quite bored, but like he wasn’t totally in the room with her either. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up.” She felt insincere saying it–she was liking the results, after all–but walking things back a step seemed like the high road to take. “I didn’t mean to ruin your work or make things this stressful for you.” He looked at her for a moment, gaze distant. (Why does he need to think about his reply this much?) Grace wondered. (He has to believe me. I’m really apologizing, mostly.) After an eternity that lasted a good ten seconds, he said, “It’s okay, Grace.” She exhaled, relieved. He wasn’t mad. “I know you weren’t trying to be cruel.” He shrugged, turning to leave, flicking off her lights as he went. “You just wanted to win.” Shutting the door, he left Grace alone without room to respond. She didn’t get much sleep that night. ... 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Jacob woke up for a second time to the sound of the front door closing. The first had been when Samantha had left with Devin to go to work, so now he could only imagine it was Samantha returning for the day. He was kind of excited, yet nervous at the same time as he’d never just been home with Samantha up until now, and in the grand scheme of things their relationship was still pretty new. Sure, things had moved fast up until this point, but he wasn’t really quite sure how to act, or even talk to Samantha when Devin wasn’t around. He shifted slightly in bed, feeling the comfort on the far superior mattress to what he was afforded at his parents home. He took a moment to take in the serenity of the moment. The shades were still pulled close, leaving the room pretty dark with the exception of the light that managed to sneak its way around the shades as he stayed tucked tightly under the covers in nothing but his diaper which was admittedly slightly damp. To Jacob’s surprise, Samantha hadn’t entered the room right away like she had in the previous days, only making Jacob more nervous as he didn’t know what to expect from her. Instead, he heard some slight commotion from outside his room that he could only assume was Samantha going about her usual routine for when Devin went to work. Had she forgotten about him? Should he just get up and exit his room on his own accord? He pondered, still laying under the soft confines of his bed for quite a while, ultimately enjoying the ability to sleep in late, even if he wasn’t actually sleeping. Eventually, there was a knock on the door before it began to slowly open. Jacob rolled over in his bed to greet her, but was quickly caught off guard. Samantha slowly closed the door behind her, cutting off the additional light from the hallway before making her way across the room towards Jacob. His mouth gaped open as he stared at her. With a bottle in one hand, Samantha had fully stripped down and wore some sleek, black lingerie that only accentuated her features further as she strut across his room towards him. “`Morning, sweetie,” She said in a soft voice, placing the bottle on his night stand before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “How’d you sleep?” Jacob could feel his cock pressing against its plastic prison already as he quickly jumped around from one idea to the next about the possibilities of what might happen next. “Go- good,” He stumbled, still not believing his eyes. “Is something wrong?” She said, turning slightly to stroke the side of his face with her hand, smiling down at him as he twitched at her touch. “No, Mo- mommy,” He stuttered, his dick now having filled the full confines of his cage as it continued to try and push out in every direction creating some discomfort. “Well, you’re big brother is at work today, so I figured we could have some Mommy time, just the two of us. Does that sound good, baby?” She said softly, continuing to stroke his hair as she turned more to face him. Jacob nodded as he let his face turn bright red. His mind ran wild with thoughts and fantasies, all with one goal. To get out of his cage. “Yes, M-” Jacob started, before Samantha placed her finger on his lips. “Shhh, baby. Why don’t we let Mommy do the talking, yea?” Jacob nodded, readjusting slightly as he tried to relieve some pressure in his groin. “Aww, have I already got you all riled up?” Samantha said, pulling back the covers and rubbing her hand into his groin, over further agitating his confined penis. “Oh, you poor thing,” She said, now moving to climb on top of him, fully mounting him as she sat on top of his diaper. “You know, you are just the cutest little thing ever,” She said, pinching his nose as she gave it a little wiggle. “Mommy just thinks your perfect,” Jacobs' face blushed further as he let out a soft moan as she repositioned herself on top of him. Samantha grinned as she started to grind against him, feeling the bulge from his cage align with her clit as she got into a slow, rocking pace as she watched his face tense up. “Such a cute, little diaper boy,” She whispered. “Do you like it when Mommy rubs up on you?” Jacob nodded almost instinctively, even though he very much wished she had removed the cage first. “Yea, I bet he does. My little baby is a humper,” She said softly. Jacobs' face turned bright red at the comment as he bit his lip. “You know why Mommy loves you?” Samantha whispered. “Because you’ll do anything. Mommy gets to embarrass you, torture you, edge you, play with you. She gets to do whatever she wants, all because you want Mommy to make you feel good,” “Sure, Devy lets me do some of that, but he’s a big boy, with big boy needs. He needs a soft, warm place to empty his cock on a regular basis. I can’t just keep him locked up without complaint. You on the other hand,” She grinned, quickening her pace as she really started to push her groin into his diaper. “You’ll let me do anything, all because you want to feel loved,” She whispered in his ear as she gave it a little nibble. “And trust me, I want to spoil you like there's no tomorrow, so all you’ve got to worry about is doing what Mommy says, okay?” Jacob nodded as he let out a little grunt, desperately wanting release from his plastic prison. “Oh, is there something you want, baby?” Samantha cooed, pushing her groin against his diaper even harder. “Yes…yes, Mommy,” Jacob said desperately, practically on edge already. “Yea? What does my baby want?” “Can I please cum?” He said quietly. “Ohhh, does my little baby want to make stickies?” Samantha cooed, lightly up on her thrusts. “Please, Mommy?” He said desperately. “Hmm, you have been a pretty good boy,” She said, teasingly grabbing one of his tapes and pulling it off. Jacob thrusted upwards in an attempt to signify that he wanted her to continue. “Yea? Does that make you excited?” She cooed, pulling off another tape before removing the final two. She crawled off to the side of him, making room to spread his diaper out, exposing both its yellow padding and his very cramped cage with a trail of precum already leaking out. “Oh, what a little baby,” She said with a grin, pointing to his soiled diaper. “Did somebody have a little accident in the night?” She said teasingly. Jacob said nothing as he blushed. “You know, there is a second option for making you cum,” She said, slowly running one of her fingers along the underside of his cage, making her way to his very tight hole. Jacob shook his head as he gave another little thrust. “No? But there's this cage here, sweetie. What do you want me to do with that?” She asked teasingly. “Please, Mommy?” “Please what, sweetie?” “Please let me out of my cage,” “Ohhh, I see. You want Mommy to let your big boy parts out so you can cum?” Jacob nodded his head quickly, burning up with anticipation. “Hmm, you have been a very good boy,” She said, now running her finger back up towards his cage, scooping up some of his precum with her finger off the exterior of the cage. “And you would do anything to cum, is that it?” She said, climbing on top of him again as she placed her finger in his mouth which he desperately sucked clean. He nodded profusely as she pulled her finger out. “Anything?” She said again with a grin. “Yes! Anything, Mommy!” Her grin grew bigger as she pulled a small string with a key attached out of her bra, slowly moving to unlock his cage as she pulled his swollen cock out of its confinement, almost instantly growing in size. “You be a good boy now. No cumming until Mommy says so, or we can keep this cage on for much longer next time. Mkay?” “Yes, Mommy” “Mmmm, what should Mommy do with you?” She said, holding his now erect cock in her hands as she closely examined it. “I bet it won’t even take much, will it?” She said, lightly starting to pump her hands around his shaft. Jacob let out a whimper, obviously already close enough to have to fight back the urge to cum. “You remember the rules, right sweetie?” She asked teasingly, still pumping his cock in an attempt to get him to cum. “I- I can’t hold on very long,” He let out. “Yea, is my baby boy already going to cum?” He nodded his head as he bit his lip. “Okay, sweetie. Cum for Mommy,” She said, continuing to pump his meager shaft as he began to twitch, letting out a few little spouts of cum as he moaned uncontrollably. “Ahhh, so cute,” She said, watching him twitch about for a brief moment before calming down. “Why don’t you go wash off in the shower? Make sure to give it a good scrub down there too, then we’ll get you locked back up and in a diaper,” She said. She gave his naked a butt a light slap as he jumped out of bed. “Enjoy your freedom,” Did you enjoy the story? Want to help support me in creating more? Check out my Patreon!

Glad you posted this because it leads to the question of how many dead horses lead to a dead herd. How many other themes can you come up with that are now overworked? To name just one, how many times have you seen the boyfriend/husband give in when confronted with the diaper ultimatum? Or to put it another way: how many times does the boyfriend/husband say "no?" The story is easy to write when the guy doesn't fight back, but wouldn't you like to read one in which the author starts with the guy saying "heck no, and back off or I'm outta here" and then figuring out a way to wear him down that doesn't involve blackmail? There's a lot of talent here, and that talent has now produced well over 3,000 pieces. Going forward, it seems to me that the big challenge will be finding ways to keep story lines fresh.

Dreams & Reality Part 2 of 5 Sarah: Whatever you sent last night, tone it down. Mommynatrix: Too naughty? :-9 Sarah: Too weird. Waaaaay too weird. Mommynatrix: Now u rly have 2 tell. Speak; your Mistress commands it ;-) Sarah: Later. In a meeting. Sarah sneaked her phone back in her pocket and stifled a yawn. Her alien abduction dream hadn't exactly given her a good night's sleep. She had managed to hide her tiredness from her pupils, but once the headmaster, Mr Ross, announced that there would be a meeting to discuss new educational guidelines, Sarah knew she was done for. She had found a seat in the back row and had spent the last hour doodling things in the margin of her notebook while Mr Ross droned on and on about the use of this and that form and how to give proper feedback to helicopter parents. Sarah honestly tried to pay attention, but it was just so mind-numbingly boring. He just went on and on and on... Sarah jerked awake as her notebook and pencil fell to the floor. The noise interrupting whatever pointless point Mr Ross had tried to make. "Sorry about that," Sarah mumbled. She bent down and picked up the book. Her pencil had rolled off and was nowhere in sight. Sarah leaned back and tried to pay attention, but soon another yawn crept up on her. She hid it as best as she could behind her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Nilsen. Am I boring you?" Mr Ross asked sarcastically from the front of the room. Sarah cringed as everybody's attention was focused on her. "No," she said quietly. "I'm just really tired." "A word, please. In my office," he said coolly. Sarah felt everybody's eyes on her as she got up and left the room. She walked down the corridor to the headmaster's office and sat down outside it to wait. Every minute she sat there she felt less like an adult and more like a misbehaving pupil. Finally Mr Ross showed up. He opened the door and gestured for Sarah to step inside and take a seat. Sarah sat down in front of Mr Ross' desk while he took his time finding his seat, giving Sarah time to take in all the things that made any trip to his office annoying and an exercise in self-control. The self-congratulatory diplomas on the wall, some of which Sarah was sure had been awarded to Mr Ross for a fourth place in a golf tournament or something similar. The outdated books on child psychology and managerial techniques side by side with binders full of educational guidelines, and last, but not least, the big "Ross the Boss"-sign on his desk. "So Miss Nilsen, I've been meaning to talk to you for quite a while now. Lately I've noticed that you're in the habit of violating educational guidelines and our code of conduct." "What?!?" Sarah was suddenly very awake. "Your blatant use of red pens, for one thing." Mr Ross typed something on his computer. "You're kidding," Sarah said incredulously. "You have an issue with my choice of pens?" "And, quite frankly, this..." Mr Ross gestured towards her. "We have a hierarchy for a reason and your childish displays of disrespect towards me are not helpful." "What are you talking about?" "Did you really think I wouldn't notice your childish little display back there? Remember, I am a trained observer." Mr Ross studied his screen for a moment, picked up the phone and dialled a number. "But luckily for you, I have to get back to that meeting so I'll let someone else deal with that insubordinate streak of yours." Sarah tried to get a look at what was on Mr Ross' computer. The barely audible beeping from the phone stopped as whoever Mr Ross was calling answered. "Yes, is this Miss Ellis?" What?!? He called Nikki? How did he know...? Just then Sarah caught a glimpse of the screen. It was her personnel file. Of course, I put her down as my emergency contact. "This is Mr Ross. I'm the headmas- Yes, good. Well, the reason I'm calling is that Miss Nilsen has been in violation of both our code of conduct and some rather important educational guidelines." He paused for a moment. "Well, normally I would have to reprimand her, but I really don't have the time now. We're in the middle of a review of some new guidelines and procedures and you know what happens if you leave people alone for too long. They start to get ideas of their own," Mr Ross said in that infuriatingly smarmy tone that bosses use when speaking to other bosses. "So I can rely on you to make her see the importance of following the established rules? Excellent... Mm-hmm... Certainly. It was a pleasure talking to you." Mr. Ross handed Sarah the receiver. "She wanted a word with you. Close the door when you leave. I have to get back to the meeting." He locked the computer and got up. "Yes?" Sarah said cautiously into the phone as Mr Ross closed the door behind him. "So, you've been misbehaving?" "I was dead tired and yawned at a meeting. It's not like I was waving around a banner or something." "Still, rules are there for a reason," Nikki said sternly, but Sarah could almost hear her grin. "Yes Ma'am. I was a bad girl." she said, faking contrition. "Then it's a good thing that I anticipated how your rebellious streak would get you into trouble." "Yes Ma'am." Sarah's mind was working overtime, spinning scenario after scenario about what might happen when she got home. "Should I go home and wait for you so you can show me the error of my ways?" "You're getting ahead of yourself, little one." Sarah felt slight chill down her back at the new nickname. Where have I heard that before? "Wh-what do you mean?" Sarah said when her brain caught up with the rest of her. "It's obvious you're unable to handle adult responsibilities. But like I said, it's not exactly unexpected. I want you to go to the school nurse's office. I've left a bag with her. I want you to get the bag and then call me before opening it. Is that understood?" Sarah nodded, then remembered that she was on the phone. "Yes Ma'am." As soon as she said it, Nikki hung up. Sarah put the receiver back on the phone and got up. Her stomach was doing a mambo of worry and nervous anticipation. Her mind was a mosh pit of questions. What's in the bag? What did Nikki tell the nurse? Why did she call me 'little one'? Where have I heard that bef- That's when it struck her. The giant alien in her dream. That's who had called her 'little one'. Sarah still couldn't figure out why Nikki had called her that though and and the walk down the stairs to the school nurse's office was nowhere near long enough to find an answer. Sarah knocked and heard a muted "Come in" through the thick wood. Opening the door, she found the nurse Roberts at her desk, buried in some paperwork. She looked up and when she saw that it wasn't a pupil, she pushed her chair away from the desk. "Okay," she said with a heavy sigh. "Who is it this time and what did he do?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "Look, I've had four boys who stabbed their hands quite badly with pencils while playing five finger fillet, three hypochondriacs convinced they had caught Ebola and one kid, I kid you not, who showed up to class drunk. And that's just this week." "Whoa!" Sarah raised her hands. "Relax. No kids this time. I promise." Mrs Roberts sighed heavily. "OK then, so why are you here?" "I was told you had a bag for me?" Sarah said cautiously. "Ah yes. Your girlfriend came by with it a couple of weeks ago. Lovely young woman. We had a wonderful talk." Oh crap! Sarah felt her pulse race. "Really? About what?" Sarah tried to sound nonchalant, but obviously failed. "Oh honey, have a seat before you pass out." She gestured towards one of the chairs next to her desk. "I know you're not ... out about your preferences here at work, but you don't have to be a rocket scientist to see that she loves you. And don't worry, I haven't told anyone." Sarah wasn't quite sure she heard the nurse correctly. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. "If- If Ross finds out..." Mrs Roberts gave a quick bark of a laugh. "Fat chance! That guy is so clueless and wrapped up in himself that the two of you could be making out on his desk and he still wouldn't figure it out." "Anyway, the bag?" "Oh yes. Hang on." Mrs Roberts got up and opened a large metal cabinet. She pulled out a small, black gym bag and handed it to Sarah. "What's in it?" "I have no idea. Your girlfriend asked me not to look and I figure that whatever emergency it's for, you'll tell me if you need to." Sarah nodded. "Well, I'd better leave you to... this." Sarah gestured towards the stack of paper on Mrs Robert's desk. "Thanks, I suppose." She picked up her pen and clicked it a couple of times. "You have a good day now." Sarah left the office and put the bag on a windowsill while she dug out her phone and called Nikki. "OK, I have the bag," Sarah said when Nikki answered. "Good. And did you open it?" "No. Should I do it now?" "That depends. Are you alone?" Sarah looked up and down the corridor. The pupils were long gone and none of the teachers would have any business here. She saw a couple of them outside the window, headed for their cars. The meeting must have ended already. "Yep. All alone." "OK, now don't say anything; just listen. I want you to open the bag and look inside." Sarah opened the zipper and looked in the bag. There was a pair of jeans, a towel and... Sarah's heart jumped when her fingers brushed the all too familiar surface of a diaper. "Are you crazy?" Sarah hissed into the phone. "You left a d-" "Shush," Nikki said and somehow, that was enough to stop Sarah. "I said no talking. Do you understand?" Sarah swallowed. "Yes Ma'am," she whispered. "What you're going to do, is you're going to find someplace nice and private; like the staff bathroom or something. And then you're going to put on your diaper. You're going to put your panties in the bag. Use the jeans in the bag if you can't hide your diaper with what you're wearing. Then you're going to go outside and wait for me. I should be there in about twenty minutes to pick you up. Is that understood?" Sarah's mouth was dry, her tongue felt like leather. "Yes Ma'am," she managed to whisper. "Oh, and I expect that diaper to be wet by the time I show up," Nikki added right before hanging up. Sarah just stared at her phone. Nikki expected her to put on a diaper here; at work? And wet it? She opened the messaging app and typed in her safe word, "Mongolia". There was just no way she'd do that. Or could she? Her finger hovered over the 'send' button. Everybody else had either left already or were on their way out the door. And she could put it on in the staff bathroom like Nikki had suggested. Sarah thought back to the first time Nikki had made her wear a diaper outside her apartment. How nerve-wracking and terrifying it had been. Looking back, though, Sarah had to admit that there had also been a little excitement too. I'll check the staff bathroom. If it's empty, I'll do it and if it's not I'll just send the text to Nikki. Sarah headed for the stairs leading up to the teachers' lounge, not entirely sure if she hoped the bathroom would be empty or not. When she entered the tiled room, it was silent except for the low hum of the ventilation system. Sarah held her breath and listened, but couldn't hear anything. Walking past the door to the first toilet, she saw it was unlocked; so was the second. She dug out her phone again and stared at the screen. One word. That was the deal. All she had to do was to say that one word and Nikki would back down. And she wanted to say, or rather send, it. But at the same time, part of her didn't. It wanted that secret thrill of walking through the corridors where she worked while hiding a diaper. Sarah pushed an empty waste basket in front of the door to act as an alarm before slipping inside one of the small rooms. She put the bag on top of the toilet and thanked her lucky stars that she had decided to wear a long skirt and not pants. Hiking up her skirt and slipping off her underwear was easy enough, but putting on the diaper while standing proved more problematic. Finally she was satisfied with the results. It didn't fit quite as well as she would have preferred, but it was good enough. As Sarah lowered her skirt, she realised that the fabric made more noise than she was happy with. She awkwardly unlaced one sneaker and pulled the jeans up that leg before retying the sneaker. Then she repeated the procedure with her other leg and finally buttoned the jeans before taking off the skirt. When Sarah saw that she had used almost fifteen minutes, she carelessly stuffed the skirt into the bag before zipping it closed and leaving. She quickly washed her hands before grabbing her jacket and backpack from the locker room and hurrying out of the building. The fence next to the gate was the perfect height for leaning on, so that's what Sarah did while she waited for Nikki. Nurse Roberts walked past her while she waited. She looked at Sarah, obviously noticing her wardrobe change, but only smiled before leaving. And now for the hard part. Sarah wasn't sure if she could wet herself like this. And it wasn't just that she was out in public. She had managed that a couple of times now. But it was doing it standing up. It always felt strange to her. Squatting was a piece of cake; and she could usually do it while sitting or lying down if her bladder was full enough, but not while standing up. Just relax. You can do this. Dripping faucets, the sound of rain outside the window, rivers. Sarah was right on the verge when... Sarah jerked awake as the teacher sitting next to her nudged her with his elbow. She tightened every muscle she had and barely managed to stop the leak before it happened. "Dude," said the teacher who had nudged her. He was wearing the track suit that told everybody that he taught P.E. "I know that Il Presidente is boring, but if you snore he's going to notice you and if he does, he's going to notice me." He nodded towards his phone in his lap where he was playing some kind of match three game. Sarah took a deep breath. That was too close. I can't let that happen again. With the adrenaline of the near-accident buzzing in her brain, Sarah vowed to stay awake for the rest of the meeting.

As always, thank you for continuing to read my story. I appreciate you! Forty-Four Four days until my mother visits. I had only missed a day–a day and a half, tops –of work, and yet I felt like I hadn’t walked down the halls of the office building in months. Everything seemed exactly the same. As it probably should’ve. “There’s the big baby,” a familiar voice said. Lyndie appeared from seemingly nowhere, walking at my side. “Hey, Lyndie. Do you, uh, have to say the b-word so loud in the office?” She laughed, shaking her head. “I missed you, you paranoid little baby.” She said that last word a bit louder than she had the first time. Still, as best as I could tell, nobody heard her. Nobody cared. “How was your weekend?” I asked. “Fine,” she said with a shrug. “It wasn’t as exciting as yours, but whose could be?” “I’d love nothing more than having a really chill and normal weekend,” I said. “Like, I want that more than anything.” She shrugged. “What about this weekend coming up?” I grumbled some unintelligible words–even to me–aloud. “Oh, you have plans already?” “My mother is coming up.” “As in, like, your mother. Not your Mommy?” “That’s the one.” “Exciting,” she said, voice thoroughly laced with sarcasm. “But I’m not a big fan of mothers, myself. Hopefully you have a good relationship with yours?” “It’s complicated.” “Everyone has a complicated relationship with their parents,” Lyndie said. “That’s just how it works.” “Yeah, well, I don’t need the extra complication of waddling around my mother while in a pair of…” I stopped short of saying ‘diaper’ aloud while walking past the other employees. “Just talk to Ms. Heller. I’m sure she’ll…” “No,” I said, cutting her off. “I already talked to her. It…didn’t go like I hoped it would.” I don’t know what sort of reaction I was hoping for from Lyndie, but my heart sank when I saw it was just a shrug and a nonchalant chuckle. “Yeah,” Lyndie said, “you get yourself into some really weird situations. Good luck with that.” “Thanks so much.” We parted ways in front of Ms. Heller’s office. Lyndie said she’d see me around, and I had no doubt that was true–inevitably, I’d be set to the nursery for a diaper change. My current diaper was already at least halfway to being fully soaked. “Good morning, Baby,” Ms. Heller said as I entered her office. I wish I knew where she got her energy from, because she was looking completely recharged–while I was feeling like a shambling zombie. “Good morning, Mommy.” I stood still in the center of her office, as I knew the routine at this point. She unfastened my belt and pants, sliding them down my legs far enough that she could see my thick diaper in all of it’s moistened glory. “Just a little wet,” she said. “Unfortunate, as I was in the mood for changing a diaper this morning.” “You still could.” “And waste a diaper?” she laughed. “That can hold plenty more.” I braced myself for one of her ‘assignments.’ Would she order me to load the back of my diaper within the next few hours again? “Actually,” she continued, “how confident are you that this diaper could last you a few more hours?” It was a curious question. Still, I thought I’d give my most honest estimation: “I could probably last a while longer before I need to be changed.” “Perfect,” she said. “I have a task for you.” Here it comes. This was the part where she gave me some sort of humiliating assignment that would end with me stinking up some small section of the office. “Okay?” “Sadly–for me–it’s nothing too exciting. Actual work, I’m afraid.” I was actually a little excited about this. I missed work. “What sort of work?” I asked. “Some of the departments are getting together for a meeting this morning. It’s a quarterly affair–mostly each department giving a presentation on what they’re currently working on. Usually, it’s just a lot of people bragging about how great they, and their teams, are and how they deserve more money and/or praise.” “Hmm,” I responded, a little less interested in this task. “I’d rather not go if I didn’t have to,” she continued, shrugging. “But lucky for me, I have my little baby assistant that can go in my stead.” “I, uhm, wouldn’t know what to do or say to these people.” “That’s the best part,” she said. “You don’t have to do or say much of anything. All you have to do is sit there and take a few notes. I promise, it’ll be easy.” The assignment didn’t sound all that fun to me, but it was at least something different. Besides, I wondered if my reputation could benefit a little from being seen by other humans who weren’t in the executives’ diaper cult. “No problem,” I said, giving her a confident nod. “I’ll bring back thorough notes.” “Not too thorough, Baby. If I actually cared, I’d have gone myself.” I nodded again. “Now then. We do have one other matter to discuss.” The change in Mommy’s tone alarmed me. Whatever it was we had to discuss next, I could tell that it was a conversation she wasn’t interested in having either. “Oh?” “Thomas Pritchard.” “Ah yes,” I said, nodding. ‘Anderson,’ as Lyndie and I called him for a long while. “He’s advised HR that he plans on taking his concerns to the Board of Directors.” “How bad would it be if he did” I asked. “Not as bad as one would think–there are members of the board who are sympathetic to our, uhm, little games. The bigger concern is there would be more than just board members at this meeting. Mr. Pritchard could inspire others to take a deeper look at what’s going on around here. And while I’d like to think that we’ve done our due diligence in hiding our actions from everyone else…” She paused and sighed. “...I don’t think that’s true at all.” “No?” “We’re flying by the seat of our pants,” she said. “Always have been. Sure, we’ve got Nancy from HR on our side. We’ve got the nursery. But I’ve always felt that we’re one incident away from being exposed to the wrong people. And once that one card is removed…the entire house of cards topples.” My heart pounded in my chest. “So…what do we do?” “I’ve scheduled a meeting with him. Just he and I. Silly little men like that can always be reasoned with. I’m only telling you in case he approaches you. He may.” “And if he does?” “Send him my way,” she said. “And don’t say anything else to him.” That was an easy enough request to follow. I hadn’t seen Anderson–Thomas–since he had ranted at me in the hallway a week or three ago. And if he stepped in my path again, I was already planning on ducking and dodging. My pants were hoisted back up again and I was sent on my way to this meeting. As I walked through the corridors of cubicles and offices, diaper rustling in pants with every step, I was reminded how paranoid the office made me. Was everyone looking at me? Staring? Making mental notes about the nature of my waddle or the subtle crinkles emanating from my backside? I was distracted from my paranoia by a familiar face near the entrance to the conference room I had been sent to. “Welcome back, Clark,” Ava said. I was simultaneously happy and nervous to see her. I liked Ava. She liked me. I had also botched her attempt at kissing me. Ava told me not to worry about that, of course. I was hoping she meant that. “It’s good to see you,” I said. “Are you here with Ms. Beaufort?” “I’m here for her.” I laughed, nodding. “Likewise. I’m here on Mommy–er–Ms. Heller’s behalf.” Ava stifled a little laugh with her hand. “Looks like it’s just you and me then.” The meeting was–as Mommy had warned–a pep rally for each department to do some bragging and showing off. They blasted us with numbers and abbreviations that meant nothing to me–though I jotted them down anyway. EBITDA. EPS. ROA. CPS. CMS. I glanced over to the pad of paper in front of Ava, seeing a similar growing list of letters and numbers. She had also sketched a cartoonish stick figure shrugging, a stream of question marks streaming out of their simplistic head. “This is dumb.” I wrote on the edge of my notebook, before sliding it a little closer to her so that she could read it. She smiled before scribbling something down on her own notepad before sliding it closer for me to read: “The absolute worst.” I was wetting myself again. I had briefly debated if I was going to hold it until after the meeting or not, but I landed on just going for it. Mommy, herself, had said that the diaper had some more capacity left in it and I trusted that judgment. Besides, there was something absolutely thrilling about pissing my pants as I sat in this packed conference room with people taking their jobs much more seriously than I was. I felt Ava pushing her notebook against my elbow, trying to get my attention. I looked down at what she had written: “Did you just wet yourself?” I felt my cheeks turn bright red as I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone else in the room, instead staring straight down at my own paper. I quickly scribbled out: “How did you know???” “It takes a baby to know a baby,” she wrote. I flipped the page over to a clean one in my notebook. “Do you think anyone else noticed?” She wrote: “Not at all. Look at them all–they actually LIKE this stuff. They’re not paying attention to us.” I responded: “It’s weird, right? Peeing our pants in a room of people?” I watched her lips curl into a smirk as she jotted down her next note for me: “I wish I could get away with more than just wetting myself here.” My eyes widened as I read her words. I had to take a cautious look around the room, wondering if anyone else had even the slightest clue as to what sorts of messages we were writing to each other. But, as best as I could tell, we were in our own little bubble as everyone else stared ahead at the slides being projected on the wall. Bar graphs and pie charts. More numbers. My handwriting was getting a little less precise as I scribbled my next note to her. In my pants, my shriveled cock strained its cage while I still felt the warmth of my soggy diaper. “Really? You’d mess yourself?” She quietly laughed at my note, quickly getting her pen to paper again to respond: “I won’t. I’d never get away with it. I wish I could.” I had once heard that Ava’s dirty diapers were famously foul, though I had no experience with this myself. She was probably right that this wasn’t the time for it. Even if, in my filthiest of fantasies, she stood up and pushed an awful mess into the seat of her pants right in the middle of this meeting. It took me a few minutes to respond. I couldn’t continue this conversation without further exciting myself. And, while in chastity, getting excited just wasn’t all that comfortable. To get my mind off of Ava’s diapers, I simply listened in to the meeting. A rotund man in a sweater vest was currently pointing at a series of stats that meant absolutely nothing to me. “...and if you’ll look here on this next slide, performance never fell below 89%. Considering the challenges our team faced in the last fiscal year, I’d say that’s pretty impressive. Especially if you factor in the cuts we had to make to our…” That was more than enough. My locked-up cock was no longer throbbing. “This sucks.” I wrote in my notebook before showing it to her, resetting us back to the beginning of the conversation. She smirked again, her pen dancing across her paper–I loved her cursive handwriting. “I’m peeing now too.” Almost immediately, my cock was aching. What else could I write, except: “Just two babies–trying to blend in with the adults.” The notes kind of trailed off at that point, with the both of us just idly staring off to space. Occasionally one of us would jot down a note or would draw some silly scribble in the margin to try and amuse each other. At last, it was over. The projector was shut down. People were packing up notes and folders. The doors opened and everyone was filing back out, into the freedom of any place that wasn’t this boring conference room. Ava and I lingered a little longer than the rest, waiting for everyone else to leave first. We hadn’t planned on this, though I wondered if it was just a natural defense mechanism for those who wore diapers. In the event that our soggy diapers were sagging too far, or were leaking, you didn’t want anyone walking behind you. The doors closed behind the last of the other attendees, leaving Ava and I alone in the conference room. “Hey, so…” “We’re good,” Ava said, cutting me off. “If…that’s what you wanted to talk about.” “Well, yeah. But also, I just wanted to say that I, uhm, regret how things went last week.” “It’s not a big deal. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.” “No,” I said. “You should’ve. I shouldn’t have made you feel like I wasn’t interested.” “Because…?” “Because I was. Uh, still am, too.” She smiled, sitting back in her chair again. “Good to know. Maybe I’ll remember that for next time. If there’s a next time.” “Fair enough.” I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time. We had a little time left in the time allotted for this conference room reservation. We were both still seated, so it seemed like we both had the idea of running out the clock with each other. There was no rush to get back to whatever embarrassment likely awaited us. I knew that I, for one, was slightly overdue for a diaper change. Ava probably needed one for herself. “How was Seattle?” she asked. I wanted to answer, but I had to laugh first. I wasn’t even sure how to convey that experience into words yet. “That bad?” she asked. “No, no. It wasn’t bad. It was just…a lot.” “I bet,” she said, nodding. “I was on a ‘business trip’ with Ms. Beaufort last year. She certainly gave me the ‘business.’ Sometimes I feel like I’m still recovering from it.” I had questions, but I bit my tongue. “Lyndie said something about you hanging out with some other girl?” Was that a note of jealousy in her tone? I didn’t know Ava well enough to be able to decipher the difference between that and just genuine curiosity. “I wouldn’t use the words ‘hanging out’ to describe it,” I said, shaking my head as I sighed. “She was a, uh, ‘babysitter’ for a while. Until she wasn’t.” “Uh oh.” “Jesus,” I said–mostly to myself. “All that happened this past weekend?” She laughed. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” “Sure, sure. Fun.” “So here’s a question for you.” My ears perk up and my heart rate climbs a little. Hot gossip? Flirting? She clears her throat, cheeks a little flushed. “So…if I know I need a diaper change, am I supposed to go back to Ms. Beaufort first, so that she can send me off to the nursery? Or am I just supposed to go directly to the nursery?” I had to chuckle. I hadn’t considered this question before, and she was making a good point. “You need a diaper change?” I asked. She smirked. “Well sure. And you do too, right? You wet yourself at least once during that meeting.” I felt my face glowing as I looked down at my pad of paper in front of me. I still see the words I had hastily scribbled down earlier: “How did you know???” “Better safe than sorry,” Ava said. “I don’t feel like getting spanked because I didn’t let Ms. Beaufort know I needed a change first.” “She spanks you?” “Not often. But…it’s happened.” We’re just two blushing babies, sitting in an empty conference room in our wet diapers. “Actually, I did have one more thing I wanted to tell you,” she said. “Hmm?” “It’s…” her voice trailed off for a moment as she sighed. “Sorry, sorry. This is harder to say than I thought it was going to be.” I couldn’t even begin to guess what this might be about. “Look, there’s no rush.” I glanced at the time again. “Actually, you have about five minutes.” “It’s just that, well…” Knock knock. I sighed, glancing up at the conference room door at the same time as Ava. “Yes?” Ava answered. “Come in.” “Ah ha,” said Lyndie, sliding into the room. “Here’s where the babies are hiding.” “We’re not hiding,” I said. “We were just chatting.” “Ms. Heller warned me that you might be in desperate need of a diaper change by now, and she sent me to fetch the two of you.” “I guess that answers that question,” Ava said to me, shrugging. We both laughed. I should’ve known, of course. Mommy had thought of these sorts of things before we did. I was tempted to ask Ava to complete her thought, but I also knew that if it was hard to say whatever it was to just me–it probably wasn’t going to be any easier with Lyndie in the room too. I could see it in her face that she was a little disappointed that the moment was spoiled too, as she just shrugged and mouthed the word: Sorry. “Come along now,” Lyndie said, herding us out of the conference room like we were sheep. Or toddlers, really. “We’ll get you into some nice clean pants in no time at all. In fact, if you were holding onto anything else, you might as well get it all out now.” Ava laughed and shook her head as we walked behind Lyndie as she led us back to the nursery. “No way,” she whispered to me. “You did say you had to mess,” I whispered back. “I’m not subjecting you to that.” “But if you have to go… Well, you’ll go eventually anyway.” “I’ll save that for later,” she whispered. “When it’s only Lyndie’s problem.” “I can hear the two of you, you know,” Lyndie said from the front of our tight formation. “And Ava’s right, Clarky. You don’t want to get mixed up in one of her accidents.” Ava blushed. I blushed too, though I wasn’t entirely sure why. Was it just because we were talking about diapers and messing? Secondhand embarrassment? Were it any other time, I’d probably be struggling with my cramped cock again–bemoaning its indefinitely-flaccid state. Instead, I was distracted by Ava’s mystery. What was it that she had to tell me? I could only guess. And hope. I hoped that she’d say that she felt the same way about me as I was starting to feel about her.

At least Elaine is trying to help Zack - I can't imagine what's come over the sisters that it'd be ok for Zack to waddle up main street just wearing a diaper like a toddler. Unless it's more common in this society (no major clues as yet to the scope of the "program"), they think can pass him off as developmentally challenged (ironically the life jacket probably helps to maintain this charade) or they're simply crazy from their mother's abuse. I hope he survives the excursion relatively unscathed.

I hope mommy peed a little in her panties when seeing those guys. I don't like her.

I definitely felt like I needed the warning section in this story, especially with Willy's parents in the beginning. Just know that some of this stuff can get a bit hairy, but also keep in mind that Willy does have those that love him as well. Tusk had to come out for a reason and I definitely think that Willy's life qualifies as that type of justification. Thanks for reading and I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 2: Normality Resumes? The next hour flew by and unfolded with a call and response type of situation between Willy and me. After a small shake of the head from Mr. Moo regarding revealing his nature, I decided to have Willy believe that I was special and the only toy who could talk. More would have been complicated and definitely could have led to a rule violation as a toy, more so than I was even doing already. It was an individual toy’s decision, and I knew firmly with Mr. Moos declaration of remaining a typical mute toy that I was truly on my own with all this. Still, I had no regrets after as Willy had immediately calmed down and had taken to my newly ‘enhanced’ self, particularly when I think he got the opinion that I had come alive just for him. It was honestly super cute to bear witness to. After a few hours though, I think Willy went through a period of shock as the full might of what I had revealed started to sink in for him, but Nanny Sarah just chalked up and noted his mood as fallout from his encounter with Daddy earlier as she fed him some mac n’s cheese and veggies in his highchair later. The same went for when she changed his diaper, read him a story, and tucked him in for the night. I could tell Willy was hesitant around me in his actions as compared to before my revelation, but I was grateful he still used me as a comfort item during the night. It was a step in the right direction, and I knew then that resuming our previous close-knit relationship would just take time. The next day, however, I think Willy wanted to confirm that he wasn’t actually losing it, despite my reassurances, so he would reveal it to anyone he met and had a spare second. Bigs only just heard him babble on and on about his new ‘real’ toy as something coming from a wonderful imagination and fellow Littles played along like it was a game. I felt a little bad, but having the secret revealed to Littles was allowed solely for the reason of most believing they just had their head in the clouds or something like that. My guilt only increased about revealing my nature to Willy though when everyone just played along, laughed, or told him to go away. That being said, I also knew that it confirmed that my kind’s secret was still safe. In fact, by that afternoon, Willy had even given up on trying to convince others of my true existence. Feeling my guilt weigh heavily on my conscience, I needed to give him some comfort after all that, so I waited until we were alone once more in the playroom when we came back home after daycare. “I’m sorry, Willy. Being a Little gives you a lot of benefits, but believability isn’t one of them…” I put my flat appendage I used as my arm on his knee to comfort him. ‘What I wouldn’t give for just a few fingers…’ Willy smiled at my warm and thoughtful gesture. “I s’pose I shoul’ dank you fo’ puttin’ up wi’ someone wike me, huh?” he asked, sitting back against one wall in his defeat over getting others to believe him. “Actually, it’s been a privilege to be your toy, Willy. You don’t give yourself much credit, but you’re a great Little. Any toy would be thrilled to be paired with you.” Willy blushed a bit, but after a moment of hesitation, then asked the inevitable question I knew was coming since I revealed my true nature to him. “So, is dis foevuh?” “Me speaking to you?” He nodded slowly. “Well… I think so. This honestly doesn’t happen much, a toy revealing themselves to their Little and all, but if I’m going to be fully open with you buddy, it’s nice not having to pretend to be just a toy anymore.” “Oh?” Willy leaned in curious about the inner workings of being a toy. “Yeah. I mean, have you ever tried holding still for three hours? It’s killer on the back,” I joked, being half serious and yet still trying to lighten the mood. “Oh… sowy,” he said, a little saddened now. “Don’t be. Part of the package deal being a toy.” I patted his leg in reassurance once more. “But now, all you have to do is just listen to me and I’ll help you out. Mommy and Daddy are probably not going to change their ways anytime soon, so I can be your guide instead. Help you avoid some situations, but also encourage you in others.” “Nutin’ bad, wight?” “I can’t purely promise that, but nothing from my end at least that won’t benefit you in the long run. Besides, you can always say no.” Willy looked hopeful and almost seemed to relish the fact that he had the power to say no. Mommy and Daddy never liked it when Willy said the word, so it was a real treat for him to say it again without fear, even if it was just to me. “Pwomise?” “Cross my miniature stuffed heart from the factory, Willy. I’ll help you out, but more importantly, I’ll never leave you.” He chuckled and laid his head back against the wall. He closed his eyes and seemed to just be taking the moment in. After a moment or two, he spoke up again. “Tus’?” “Yeah, buddy?” “I’m gwad you showed youw weal self wih me.” “Me too, buddy… me too.” * * * I can’t believe I came out to Willy a year ago. Time doesn’t have much meaning for a Little or their stuffy when there are no future milestones to achieve, but I could tell from the fall leaves beginning to drop off over the passage of another year. Currently, I was speaking to Nancy, a brightly colored blue jay stuffy during naptime. “I still can’t believe you told him, Tusk.” “Yeah,” I admitted, still having doubts about the whole thing occasionally. “It was a risk, but it was likely that or he could have been broken permanently, and you know what that could mean for a Little.” Nancy nodded her head solemnly. “So, he needed someone in his life to back him up and that wasn’t going to be Emily or Robert,” I added, using their full names. I usually called them Mommy and Daddy, but with so many Littles here, using the same titles could just get confusing quick. “I know that and that’s honestly the only reason you weren’t shunned when you guys came back to daycare the next day after Willy had ranted on and on about his tawkin’ toy. No one believed him but it would have been a shame to do… or even… well, making you lost.” I shuddered at the implication of the concept of being ‘lost.’ While it could occur naturally, some toys that were particularly cruel or neglectful could be purposefully ‘lost.’ Toys would gather together and either toss the toy entirely away without evidence, or the toy would be replaced with the exact same replica but with one that would be more… ‘on board’ with the job of caring for their little. “I would hate to see what that would look like in person.” I lowered my voice so that only Nancy would hear me and not the other surrounding toys milling about during naptime. “I ripped a little bit under my arm and Robert took me to the shop. Gone only a few hours for repairs, but when I got back… Willy was a mess.” Nancy suddenly got a panicked and horrified look on her face. “Did they…?” “No. Nothing bad like that from those two, but I think he relies on me at this point to keep him steady back at home at least. Here, he’s got friends to distract him. At home… without me, there’s basically no one.” Nancy’s eyes squinted in anger. “Darn Bigs… ugh! They just make my blood boil sometimes.” “If you had any,” I joked. Nancy and I got a good laugh out of that one and it took a minute for our conversation to return to normal. “Anyway…,” she started back up, trying to catch her breath still, “did you hear about Cicci and Matilda?” “No, what?” I asked about the Little, Matilda, and her own stuffy zebra, Cicci. “Her daddy got into an accident… so she got sent to a safehouse.” “A safehouse?” I questioned. “Yeah… it’s a place for Littles to go when they don’t have anyone else. It’s like a sort of foster care,” Nancy explained, “but less questions are asked, and Littles are usually safer there than other alternatives.” “Oh, but wasn’t there anywhere else she could go? I asked. “Sure… Matilda could’ve gone with her aunt, but I heard she’s more… traditional for a Big.” “Oh yikes. Yeah, safehouse sounds much better.” I shuddered at the thought of Willy ever going to foster care or even a safehouse. “I can’t imagine going there with Willy. It must be awful.” “Maybe… though there are worst things out there but also keep in mind…” Nancy wasn’t able finish her thought as some of the Littles began to jostle around. Every toy knew that it was the sound of them starting to wake up, so we each went back to our respective Littles in their cribs. After waking up, giving me a cuddle, and then getting changed by one of the Big daycare attendants, Willy gathered me up and we both sat in a rotund but comfortable bean bag chair and looked over a large, sturdy book with lots of beautifully illustrated pictures. By now, having lived a few years by now with Willy, I still had to admit that I wasn’t entirely sure if he still knew how to read or not. The Willy that I had originally met could read just fine, but the diaper and romper clad Little I saw before me now, I was less sure about. For example, Willy seemed to be able to follow along with most story time activities and could even follow instructions on some of the craft projects we regularly partook in, but he always went for the books predominantly taken up by pictures now, rather than the still accessible wordier books. Of course, I could very well ask him now, but I didn’t want to upset him if he couldn’t. It would just be a reminder of something he had lost and could potentially embarrass him for a lack of ability. I had to prioritize his emotional state over my own curiosity for the moment. ‘Maybe one day I’ll find out…’ Regardless, Willy and I spent the next hour perusing through several picture books, each more brilliantly colored than the last. Some were more about the propaganda about a Little’s place in a Big’s society, while others were the more typical knights, dragons, lost puppies, or tales of families loving each other no matter what. After the last story, where the young prince broke a curse over a kingdom causing everyone to fall asleep, our name was called from the front desk. “Willy Galpin! Willy?” one of the older nursery attendants from the front called out toward the play area where we now sat. Willy’s ears perked up and shuffled off the bean bag chair. He nearly bounded over to the front when I tugged discreetly on his arm. “Psst! Willy… put the books back. You know Miss Shefield doesn’t like it when you all don’t.” Willy froze and looked back at the stack of books that we had at least been looking at since naptime. “Oh… wight… Tanks Tus’!” He turned back to the front and yelled, “One min! Gotta pu’ da books back!” The older attendant smiled and nodded at Willy, and he got to work putting each book back in its proper place. “Good job, Willy,” I whispered as he put the last book back. “Tanks for wookin’ ou’ fo’ me, Tus’,” he said, hugging me back. We both then resumed our happy little shuffle toward the front of the building. The older attendant then smiled and opened the gate for us. Willy stopped immediately when he saw that it was actually Miss Fedder picking him today. He still kept his smile up, but I saw the disappointed look deep within his eyes, when once again, neither Emily nor Robert was the one to pick him up. Fortunately, Andy, Miss Fedder’s Little and the owner of Nancy, came over and gave us both a big hug. “Hey, Willy! Mommy says we’re goin’ to have playdate! Isn’ that fun!” Andy giggled out, obviously very excited for them to be hanging out after daycare. Andy was less regressed, but Willy was a good and loyal friend, and both had many exciting adventures at both of their houses since they had first met last year. Miss Fedder only smiled and took both their bags from the front desk worker. “Come on, boys! There’s fun to be had in my spaceship!” Miss Fedder said eagerly. In truth, it was just her van, but she had elected the top-of-the-line package with the money she had gotten from the government when she had adopted Andy. Ever since we met them, things like that were why I truly wished that Willy would have gotten a caregiver like her. I can’t remember fully now, but something is sticking in my head that the Galpin’s spent the money on a new sports car and a pair of earrings… Andy and Willy rushed out of the building and toward Miss Fedder’s car parked nearby; Nancy and I just enjoying the rush of the wind outside of daycare. Getting to the car, both bounced up and down impatiently at the locked sliding side door. On cue, Miss Fedder unlocked both doors and after setting their bags on the floor nearby, loaded both boys into their car seats. I sighed internally at the prospect of two seats. Emily and Robert had so infrequently picked Willy up that they bought an extra seat for Miss Fedder to use whenever the need came about for Willy to be picked up after daycare. ‘Some attention they give!’ Miss Fedder started the car, but then turned around to face Willy. “Your mommy just wanted me to let you know that she had gone out shopping for the day and experienced some… problems. She’ll pick you up soon, but I volunteered for you to come over to our place while you wait.” She smiled and playfully jostled and reassured Willy on his outstretched leg. “Figured you and Andy would rather spend some fun times playing together rather than staying cooped up in daycare still, right?” Willy nodded happily, buying the lie that Miss Fedder had obviously made up about Emily. “Yes, Miss Fedduh.” She smiled and turned around. “Maybe she’s even picking you up something…” she added. She then whispered and only my large ears could pick up, “or I at least hope she is… that’s the tenth time in three weeks, Emily… geez.” I knew she was lying before, but with that last confirmation, I couldn’t help but still appreciate her efforts to protect Willy. Despite having poor caregivers, he did have several people still looking out for him besides me outside of the house and Nanny Sarah. Plus, it was also nice to just see in practice. Now shaking her thoughts away, Miss Fedder then backed out and drove away. A short ride later listening to some bouncy, but non-hypnotic-laced tunes, we arrived at Miss Fedder’s house. Living alone and not making as much as the Galpin’s, the house was smaller, but I still loved it more. The beautiful gardens, pastel painted window shutters, and the playset in the back gave the outdoor space a wonderful and welcoming vibe to any Little coming over. The inside was no different and unlike the Galpin’s, it actually felt like a home more than something that could be described as only a few modifications away from a modern art museum. Here, love and kindness seemed to ooze off the walls, which mixed nicely with the sense of adventure and days spent having fun. Once left alone to mind their own business in the living room, now strewn about with well-loved toys, Willy and Andy began to play mindlessly with Nancy and I and then several other items they could find. In their regressed and simpler minds, playing bounced back and forth between several different activities. It would have been pure chaos and any onlooker would have been confused as to what they were witnessing, but the laughs of two eager and pleased Littles left little doubt that they were having a good time. Finally, after about an hour of this, Willy collapsed on the ground in exhaustion with Andy following suit soon after. Andy spoke first. “Sowwy about your mommy not bein’ here, Willy…” Willy looked sad for a moment, but then shrugged. “It’s okay… she’s jus’ busy an’ stuff… wike youw mommy said.” Andy looked uneasy but got a glint in his eye that I could tell meant that he understood that Willy had believed Ms. Fedder in what she had told him earlier. Andy was regressed enough to need care, but not so much that he was oblivious of the things around him that Bigs would talk about or simply infer. Occasionally, I would see him almost envy Willy’s lackadaisical and removed self but would also simply stare at him in sympathy at other times. Today he was giving a sympathetic look. Trying to ensure that Willy would remain carefree and happy and being a good friend, Andy began to play once more with a ball being passed back and forth on the ground between the two. Willy only smiled at the gesture and the two began to talk about things pertinent to Littles such as favorite shows, gossip at daycare, or even brands of diapers and what made them feel best. The conversation suddenly stopped when the doorbell rang out. Ding! Dong! Both Littles stared at the door and Miss Fedder rushed to the door. Seeing who it was outside, she excused herself and went to talk with whoever was out there. Uninterested in a mysterious figure they could not see, both boys went back to playing. I, on the other hand, listened closely in to catch the conversation between the two. “Again, Em?” Miss Fedder asked Emily. “I swear that I got delayed this time!” she defended. “Right… that makes, what? Six times the past two weeks of that same excuse? I mean, come on. Willy is so great, but I…” “Now just you wait, Ida. I do my best and Willy has some of the best items that money can afford.” “Money isn’t everything, Em. What about love? Care? Affection? When was the last time you hugged Willy?” “That’s none of your business. Now, step aside and let me get my Little. This is making me late enough for dinner already.” The door opened and Miss Fedder added quickly, “Just watch out. He’s vulnerable and I’ll not stand idly by if I see any signs of neglect.” Entering into the main entrance, I could only just see Emily role her eyes at that last comment. Willy didn’t see and only got up and ran, one arm outstretched while holding me in the other, right into her legs. Mommy buckled and stood in shock for a moment, but then smiled down at her eager and clingy Little. “Glad to see you too, Willy. Now, come on. Daddy is waiting for us back home.” “I…” Willy obviously wanted to say more, but he knew the routine by now, “okay, Mommy.” “Good boy,” she said stiffly after grabbing his bag that he had at daycare that had been set on the front table earlier. “Now, say goodbye and let’s go.” Willy turned around and waved to Andy with his arm not holding me. “Bye-bye, An’y. See you tomowow.” Andy waved back, a little more coordinated in his small gesture. “See you den, Willy.” Mommy then pulled us away and took us to her newly purchased silver and white luxury car. It had been her birthday gift a month ago and from the look she got whenever seeing the thing, I truly believed she had loved it more than Willy himself at this point. I didn’t make these thoughts known to Willy, of course, but I was consistently reminded of that observation every time we went for a ride in it. After a quick diaper check, so as not to ruin the newly finished rear seats, mommy declared Willy “good enough until we get home,” and buckled him in, me still gripped tightly in Willy’s arm but then also maneuvered around to let mommy do her work with the buckles. She then got in the front seat and turned on the car before pulling out of the driveway. Miss Fedder and Andy were at the front and waved goodbye at us once more. Mommy gave a half-hearted wave herself, but Willy enthusiastically waved goodbye toward both of them. After a few minutes of Willy humming to the Little tunes playing only in the backseat, Mommy turned down the music. “Willy, honey? About tomorrow…” “The pwaygwoun’, wight?” “Well…” ‘Damn.’ I knew that tone of voice and in a minute, Willy would be disappointed for one reason or another. “My friend Atlantica just arrived in town, and it’s been so long since we caught up and she’s coming from really far away,” she prattled on, winding up to her ultimate point. “So, I don’t think I’m going to be able to go with you to the playground tomorrow…” At least she sounded guilty… “Oh…” I could feel the sadness in Willy’s voice, and he hugged me tighter. Out of view of Mommy, I patted his arm in reassurance with my soft grey arm. His big, sad eyes showed that he needed something more than an apology now. ‘Where did his pacifier go? That could help…’ “Maybe next week?” Mommy said as she tried to rationalize the future to give Willy some amount of hope, even if it was steeped in unknowns. “Yeah…” Willy said dejectedly, showing that her ploy obviously hadn’t worked. We all knew that the past two weeks had been promises of ‘next week’ as well. A third time wouldn’t likely be any different. Mommy looked in the rear-view mirror and looked like she was about to say something, but we then turned into our street. Given the size of the Galpin’s house, it was immediately obvious that there were two strange cars parked in the driveway. From my view of Mommy’s face in the rearview mirror, I could tell she didn’t know them, and what’s more, was also nervous about them being there. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be able to speak to her right now...’ Mommy slowed and parked on the left side of the cars near the garage entrance. The driveway was fortunately wide enough, and the two unknown cars had been parked in a single file. Just as Mommy shut off the engine while still looking guarded around the two cars, four men briskly came out of the house. The two men in front wore only dark colors and both appeared to have some sort of wire in and wrapped around one of their ears. The two men behind them, however, still wore plain colors, but were now also wearing expensive looking suits as well. Their hair was groomed neatly, and one had a scar on his cheek that interrupted part of his groomed black goatee hair. One of the suited men briefly looked at Mommy but to our relief, made no further action. Within a few minutes, both dark cars had backed out and were now gone from the driveway. After, even in his regressed state, Willy had noticed what had happened. “Who were dey, Mommy?” Mommy hesitated and seemed transfixed on the direction they had left in. She was distracted and looked like something I would have almost described as being scared. “Don’t think about them, baby. Just don’t talk about them and forget that you ever saw them…” I tried to put all the pieces I had seen together, but I just didn’t know enough at this point. ‘Who were those men? Were the two in front bodyguards? Hired thugs? Why were they at our house and presumably with Daddy? What did Mommy know that I didn’t about them?’ My mind swirled but from Mommy’s slightly trembling hands as she unbuckled Willy, I knew that it likely wasn’t anything good. The only positive though was that after days like today, I certainly wasn’t regretting my decision to come out to Willy. If I could predict anything at this point, it was that he would need me in the days to come more now than ever.

Good start. The way the Nanny acts in front of the daddy makes me wonder if she's spent time with Mr paddle or been threatened with it at some point. She definitely seemed to be scared of him. I'm definitely scared for Willy. Bigs like that could easily put Willy in physical danger without even thinking because they forget he exists or trying to show off to others. I have a feeling if the Nanny shows too much kindness to Willy she'd end up being replaced by someone very mean. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Huh...So I think I can actually count an incident earlier this week as a specific incident that has stuck with me. A sequel of sorts to my earlier statement. Whenever I've talked about having control issues it has generally been from the perspective of being in diapers; I'd not yet fully tested it out of diapers. Earlier this week, I decided to give that a try while working from home. Just regular non-absorbent undies. And fortunately I was smart enough to put down a pad under me, because I needed it! Throughout the morning I had overall the same results I'd expected from before, e.g. managing to dash the ten feet to the restroom and rip down my pants fast enough to get it in the potty... ...but then I got stuck in a few meetings back-to-back for one-and-a-half hours. About halfway through the first meeting, I needed to dash to the bathroom and couldn't, so I had some small leaks that I at first chalked up to habituated releases...you know, the kind where you go automatically but forget you aren't in diapers. No biggie, right? But just twenty minutes later, everything just...gave way... 😖 It started as a leak, but then grew within seconds into an unstoppable flood that completely soaked my pants and the pad underneath me. And because the same folks were in the second meeting, there was no break (nor honestly time for me to cleanup) and I had to stand in it for the rest of the next meeting. It was only thirty minutes but it reaaaaalllly suuuuucked. Thankfully I was barefoot but still...yuuuck. Like...Maybe it goes without saying, but I really really did not want to leak that badly in the middle of a meeting and then shiver in my puddle through the rest of the first and the entirety of the second. I l still had an inkling of doubt in my head that it was all my imagination, but I did the best I could and in the end could only feel grateful I was visible from the chest up and the pad had spared me from ruining my floors. This has just been sitting in my head all week, and made me realize that I really really can't make it through the average workday without diapers. I'd say that maybe I could make it until the end of a meeting and then dash off but... I could not make it to an hour before having a sizeable accident...so even that is off the table at this point. Whether I'm medically officially incontinent remains to be confirmed...but diaper dependent? Without any doubt.

There's nothing quite like bath time with your Daddy 💗 My Daddy woke me up this morning and put me in a warm bubble bath with floating unicorns and cute animal squirmy toys. He then washed me and after dried me off in a think fluffy towel before diapering me up. Hurray for bath times with Daddy. Anyone else loves when their Daddy bathes them lovingly?

Toni left the room smiling she was so happy Cassie had accepted her deal. Now she just had to make sure Cassie wet herself. Once Toni knew for sure Cassie was fast asleep she put her plan into action. she headed downstairs and got a small bowl of water before heading back up to Cassie's bedroom and carefully placing Cassie's fingers into the bowl when she was happy her plan had work and she could smell the faint smell of pee coming from Cassie's bed. she left room excited about the morning. At 8am Toni decided to wake Cassie up. "Good morning Cassie" she said as she entered the room

Thanks for reading and commenting. I enjoy the predictions. Chapter 6 Jesse I feel sluggish after draining my second bottle. Miller leans me forward and firmly pats my bare back. I don’t realize what he’s doing until a milky burp escapes my lips. My face grows warm. Outside my cell, feeble inmates are being loaded into large wooden crates, six a piece. The crates are connected and look like a larger version of the little train Tessa and I used to ride at the mall, back before everything changed. I try to crawl out of Miller’s lap, but I am slow and uncoordinated. He easily picks me up and deposits me into the cart alongside Adam and four others. Before I can climb out again, the crate’s door latches into place with a firm click. I barely register the movement as we’re pulled down the aisle and out into a long corridor. The sterile walls blur past in a nauseating swirl of white. Finally, the train comes to a halt, with each crate stopping before a plain white door. The doors are unmarked, except for a little yellow duckling painted above each one. A chorus of startled whimpers and panicked babbling rises up from the crates. A broad-shouldered man in white scrubs looms over our crate with an eerie smile plastered on his face. I scramble away from him, my back pressing against the naked chest of the girl behind me. He reaches into the crate and lugs another girl out. All down the corridor, other muscular orderlies do the same, plucking an inmate from each of the crates. Then they all go into the rooms, shutting the doors before any of us can catch a glance inside. My chest heaves up and down. I crawl back to the other side of the crate and sit up on my knees, wrapping my fingers around one of the wooden bars. My arms and legs are JELL-O after two bottles of milk, but I try to pull myself up anyway. I stop when I feel a touch on my elbow. I twist around to see Adam. I drop to my bottom. E-S-C-A-P-E, I sign, babbling the word incoherently. He nods solemnly. I turn and try to climb again, but he tugs my arm. N-E-E-D P-L-A-N, he signs. He’s right. Even if I do manage to get out of this crate, I’m not strong enough to make it down the corridor. I’m definitely not strong enough to outrun the guards. I sit back down and face him. For the next fifteen minutes, we strategize. I’m in the middle of suggesting an idea when Adam’s eyes go wide at something behind me. Before I can turn around, two hands hook under my armpits and hoist me up. The strong man turns me around and settles me on his hip, with one hand sliding down to support my bare ass. “No,” I protest. “Put me down.” But I can tell he doesn’t understand. He grins and simply adjusts his grip. The door opens before us, and too soon, it shuts behind us. There is a woman inside the room, dressed in a pristine white nurse’s uniform. She stands beside an examination chair with stirrups and straps. I struggle harder as I’m carried toward them, but I’m strapped in and restrained with ease, my legs spread wide open. The nurse smiles. “Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be over before you know it.” Then she snaps on a pair of plastic gloves and lubes up her fingers. I flinch against the restraints as her fingers push inside me and poke around. I whimper. The nurse frowns sympathetically. “I know. I know. That’s no fun,” she coos. She rattles off a string of numbers, and I notice the orderly jot them down on a clipboard. Next, the nurse rubs some strange gel on my abdomen. Then she touches a strange probe to it and moves it around against my skin. Another strand of numbers. She sets the device down and removes her gloves. “Bath time, cutie.” She nods to the orderly to pick me up again. Instead of fighting, I just shiver in his arms. He carries me to a square tub and straps me into a strange, plastic scoop chair with a mesh seatbelt that comes up between my legs. He fills the tub with water up to my belly button. I blush fiercely as he begins washing me with a sponge, and even more fiercely when he chuckles and says, “Looks like someone’s a tub tinkler.” “It’s a good thing we have these,” the nurse responds. I look in horror at the large, fluffy, white object in her hand. “No more crawling around in your messies, little one,” the nurse smiles. “From now on, you have nothing to worry about at all.” Tessa One by one, the “dom” students file into the auditorium and pair up with their subs. Ethan and I stand together, my stomach churning. It sinks when I see Mercedes Ferra walking straight toward us. She was a student in Ethan’s year at the high school, and one of the biggest bullies. I swallow nervously as she reaches us. Mercedes glances me up and down and smirks. “Nice outfit,” she says. I lower my gaze, only to have Mercedes place a finger under my chin and lift it again. She looks me coolly in the eyes. “I just gave you a compliment. Don’t be rude. Say thank you.” “Th-thank you,” I stammer. Her eyes narrow. “Thank you what?” Her fingers press firmly against my chin. “I…I don’t know,” I reply. Mercedes rolls her eyes. “Ms. Ferra,” she commands. My eyes widen at the ridiculous request. I glance around in search of help. Mercedes squeezes harder, digging her nails into my skin and drawing tears. “Thank you, Ms. Ferra,” I blurt out. She scoffs and releases my jaw. “A-are you my dom?” I ask, praying for a no. “No, I am,” a firm voice comes from behind her. Lucas appears at Mercedes side. He glares at her. “I didn’t know it was okay to touch another dom’s sub,” he says. Mercedes rolls her eyes. “I didn’t hurt her,” she says. Her cold eyes slide to Ethan. “Come on, scrub,” she says. “We’re going home.” Massaging my jaw, I watch as the two of them leave. “Poor Ethan,” I murmur. Lucas glances after them. “He’ll be fine,” he says, making me wonder how he could know such a thing. “Let’s go.” Our walk back to Lucas’s house is silent. I can’t help but steal glances at him, looking for some sign of what he’s thinking. But his expression is unreasonable. It’s not until we our neighborhood that he speaks. “You’ll live with my father and I from now on. You should probably get started on dinner.” I stop walking. He gets a few feet ahead before he turns and looks at me. “What?” he asks. “I…I don’t know how to cook,” I explain. He shrugs, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I know where you can learn.” That’s how I find myself back at my old home, staring my mother in the eye. She looks at me, her eyes full of longing and guilt. “Can you show me how to cook?” I ask. Berthe doesn’t ask why. She doesn’t say anything at all. Instead, she just ushers me to the kitchen. I sink into a chair at the kitchen table and watch as she sets off to work. She doesn’t ask me for help, and even though I’m supposed to be the one cooking, I don’t offer. I’ve had a long day and I need to process. I doubt Lucas will mind if I delay my cooking lessons just for a night.

I'll try to make it make a little sense 😅, but making it make a lot of sense is not a high priority for me. I'm just having fun (morbid fun, but still). Also, sorry for the delay. I ended up getting flu last week and didn't have time to play with this story, but I'm back.

I have a few more scenes drafted. Hopefully I can post soon! Chapter 5 Jesse The man in the cell next to mine is named Adam. We’ve developed a silent code. A tap for ‘yes’, two taps for ‘no’, a swipe for ‘can’t’, and a series of gestures for letters. It’s crude and inefficient, but it’s all we have. Maybe it will be enough to help us escape this place. Adam is twenty-four. Like me, he can no longer stand without getting dizzy. We’re sitting, facing each other when urine spurts out from his penis. At first, he doesn’t seem to notice, until he catches my wide eyes staring at it. He looks down in horror as the urine sprays out before him soaking the newspaper and splashing against his legs. Then, he looks back up to me and swipes a finger from one side to the other. Can’t. Shit. He can’t stop himself. The grown man starts bawling. I turn away to give him a small measure of privacy. The orderlies make their way down the aisles, fixing new bottles of that white liquid to our cells. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I turn back to Adam. I want to tell him not to drink it. I want him to see that it’s to blame for our weakness. But the blubbering man is already crawling as fast as he can toward the teat. He splashes right through his puddle. I hear a click as my bottle is attached to my cell. I fight against the urge to crawl toward it. The orderly who has attached it pauses outside my cell and looks curiously at me. He taps the glass and beckons me over, like I’m some sort of fish. I shake my head, even though my very blood seems to scream for the milk. The orderly squats and looks me in the eyes. He taps the glass again, and I shake my head a second time. He stands up again, and I release a sigh. I catch Adam glancing at me as he drinks greedily from his bottle. The tears are drying on his face. B-A-D, I spell. M-I-L-K H-U… Before I finish, I hear a click. I whip my head back toward my door. For the first time since I’ve arrived, it opens. The orderly steps inside my cell. I scoot back. “Leave me alone,” I plead, or at least, I try to plead. My tongue is heavy and dumb. It sounds more like incomprehensible babble. The orderly smiles. “There, there,” he says. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I glance at the bottle in his hand. It’s slightly different than the others. It’s not meant for animals in cages. It’s meant for babies. I scramble backward until my back presses against glass. But in my weakened state, it isn’t difficult for the man to restrain me and scoop me into his lap. I strain against him, but he has one arm wrapped around my torso and pinning my arms down, and the other holding the bottle nipple against my lips. He pushes it in. At the first drop of liquid, my resolve melts away. I suckle fervently, relaxing into his hold. Dr. Marin appears in the doorway as I drain away the last of the bottle. “Looks like you need a shower, Miller,” she says to the orderly. I follow her gaze to our laps and realize with burning embarrassment that I’ve peed all over the orderly’s legs. Dr. Marin approaches, heels clacking against the hard ground beneath the newspaper. She bends down in front of me as Miller pulls the bottle nipple away. I whine, wanting more of the milk. “What is your name?” Dr. Marin asks me. I sniffle. “Dethy,” I mumble. Dr. Mary smiles, a triumphant light in her eyes. She straightens back up and addresses Miller. “Feed her another bottle,” she commands. “Then let’s prepare for Phase 2.” Tessa Dr. Marin left right after my spanking this morning, claiming to have business elsewhere. But first she told us that the “S” on our test results stands for “submissive,” and that today we would be learning the core principles of obedience. Throughout the day, I try to blend into the background, to be invisible. But whispers and snickers echo everywhere I go, filling me with a hollow embarrassment. Ethan is the only one who doesn’t find what happened this morning funny. “Honestly,” he says, later in the canteen, “I thought it was kind of hot. I wouldn’t mind taking a trip over Dr. Marin’s knee.” I flush. “You’re gross,” I mumble, lowering my eyes to avoid the amused glances of the other submissives eating around us. Ethan just shrugs. “Line up to receive your uniforms!” a male voice booms at one end of the room. The canteen shuffles into action. No one wants to be put on display the way I was earlier. Ethan and I exchange glances and then hurry to fall in line. Our uniforms turn out to be another wave in the sea of embarrassment. The women receive strange, outdated dresses that look more fitting for a 1950’s movie set. They’re dresses, something Audrey Hepburn might have worn, except…not quite as modest. The men receive similar attire, classic suits that look out of place in our modern world. Except their pants are shorts, very short shorts that highlight their asses, and instead of ties they wear bowties that look more like collars. We’re ordered to dress right in the canteen. Blushing, I change as quickly as I can. Ethan’s cheeks burn bright red, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s enjoying this. The bulge in his drawers is evidence of that. Dr. Marin’s assistants, older men and women from the community, come and take our normal clothes away. “You won’t be needing your former clothes,” the man from before informs us. “Your uniforms are to be worn at all hours of the day.” After changing into our uniforms, we’re sent back to class to learn more about the four tenets of obedience: 1) Respect for Authority, 2) Duty and Responsibility, 3) Acceptance and Compliance, and 4) Selflessness. But between my smarting ass, strange new clothes, and constant hecklers, I have a hard time paying attention. Finally, the day winds down. At final bell, I hop out of my seat, eager to escape the scrutiny of my classmates. Others seem to have the same idea, but we’re stopped at the door by our teacher. “Your Doms will be taking you home today,” she explains. “You will wait here for them to retrieve you.” Dread washes over me. Dom? What does that mean? I look around at the other submissives and see my fear mirrored in their eyes. We’re all in the same boat, whether we like it or not.

This is my first time writing a story like this, so I apologize if I'm getting it wrong somehow. Anyway, it's just for fun. Chapter 4: Good Girls Jesse I lose track of the days as they drift by. Has it been two or three? With no clock in the warehouse, there’s no way to tell. My arms ache from holding newspaper against my body, trying to preserve my modesty. Eventually, I let the papers flutter to the floor. I wince as one lands next to the pee stain from my accident the other day. The stale odor of urine permeates the air. This confinement is maddening. They don’t talk to us. They don’t let us talk to each other. They don’t let us out. Every day is the same. We sit in our cells, or we pace in them, or cry in them. At the end of the day, Dr. Marin returns, and she always asks the same question: “What is your name?” I want to strangle her when she asks. I want to smash the clear door between us, shove her down, and sprint for freedom. But even though she’s always smiling, there is an ominous glint in her eyes. I don’t know what will happen yet if I step out of line. So, I always grit my teeth and answer. Today, I am feeling too tired and too weak for much pacing. I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since I’ve been here. Six times a day, they affix bottles of creamy white liquid to our cells—animal bottles with a teat. The teat is the only part that pokes into the cell. They attach the bottles near to the ground, so that if we are to drink from them, we have to get down on hands and knees to do it. I’ve managed to avoid the bottles until now, my pride and suspicion getting the better of me. Besides that, I’ve noticed strange things. The inmates who have debased themselves to get down and drink it are acting strangely. As soon as they see the orderlies coming with the carts, their dismal faces glow with eagerness. And they wet themselves quite often. That’s another thing I’ve managed to avoid doing since the first time. But now I feel so weak and so tired. I remember something I learned in science class: The human body can survive three to five days without water. How many days has it been? I don’t want to die. When I see the cart coming, I make my decision. I turn toward Nick’s cell and see him watching the cart too. Like me, he has abstained. He looks my way, and together, we nod. I watch as an orderly attaches a bottle to my cell. Slowly, I lower down to my knees feeling defeated. I inch toward the bottle, taking care to avoid the dried pee spot. I lower my hands down to the floor, then wrap my lips around the teat. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I feel instantly ridiculous, but I push my pride away and suck. The rich, creamy liquid is surprisingly sweet. It’s delicious, as a matter of fact. I take another pull, and another, suckling greedily until the bottle is empty and my belly is full. Hours later, when the next bottle comes, I drop down on all fours without hesitation and gobble it up quickly. This time, my belly aches when I am done, and I know I need to urinate. I crawl to the corner of my cell and let go, closing my eyes as if doing so will make me invisible to everyone else around me. When I open my eyes, heat rushes to my cheeks once more as I see Dr. Marin standing before my cell with a wide smile on her face. Urine still trickles from my urethra, pooling underneath me. Dr. Marin presses her thumb against the pad of my door. “What is your name?” she asks. My humiliation consumes me. I can’t even bring myself to answer with my usual attitude. “Jesse,” I murmur. Something feels different this time when I say it. There’s a subtle but unmistakable tingle in my tongue that wasn’t there before. Dr. Marin smiles. “Good girl,” she says. Then she moves swiftly to the next cell. Tessa I wince as I struggle to keep up with Lucas, my ass smarting beneath my pants. “What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my discomfort. How could I tell him that I got caught cheating on the test and the program director took me over her lap and spanked me like I was a little kid? That was two days ago, and I still grimace every time I sit down. “Nothing,” I mumble. “I…worked out too hard.” Lucas scoffs, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “What?” I demand. “Nothing,” he says, with a mischievous smile. “I just didn’t know you were the type.” Before I can fuss at him, we’re passing the old elementary school. Those strange wooden boxes still haunt the playground. The building is now a light blue color, but it looks like the painters aren’t finished yet. Lucas’s smile fades. “I guess we’re finding out our scores today,” he says. I nod, feeling a tight knot in my stomach. We’ve had the last two days off while the tests were scored. I’m not sure what they’ll do with my results. When we reach the school, staff members direct us to the hallway where our results are posted. Lucas and I push through the crowd of students gathered in front of the bulletin board. There are only two codes for the results: “D” and “S.” We find Lucas’s name first. There’s a D next to it. My name is on another sheet. “S.” Before we can discuss it, faculty members are already sorting us out. “Result D this way!” one shouts. “S, over there.” Lucas squeezes my hand, and then we go our separate ways. I pause to watch Lucas head toward his group. Dr. Green stands at the center of it and claps Lucas on the back when Lucas joins. I’m still close enough to hear the doctor congratulate Lucas on his high test scores. I feel a queasy sort of shame and jealousy. Of course, Lucas did well. I follow my own group to a lecture hall and am relieved to spot a familiar face: Ethan Berman, Nick’s brother. “You’re an S, too?” I ask, as I join him. Ethan grins. “Yeah, whatever that means,” he says, ominously. “Yes, I’m sure you all have questions about your designation,” a familiar voice calls from the front of the hall, a voice that makes me cringe. Dr. Marin stands at the front of the room, a smile devoid of warmth on her face. “You will learn soon enough, but first you must understand that you have all been selected for a very important role. If you do poorly or fail to follow instructions, there will be consequences to keep you on track.” A brave student dares to rase her hand. “What kind of consequences?” she asks. Dr. Marin’s smile widens. “Tessa,” she says, her eyes pinning me down in the crowd. “Why don’t you demonstrate?” My face flushes. “N-now?” I stammer. Here? In front of everyone? Dr. Marin sits in a chair and impatiently raps her fingertips against her kneecap. “I think you know better than to keep me waiting, Tess,” she purrs. With leaden feet, I trudge to the front of the room. I hesitate at her side before pulling my pants down. Then my panties. The audience gasps in shock, and I feel heat rush to my face. It is nothing compared to the heat I am going to feel on my ass. Biting back tears of humiliation, I drape myself over the doctor’s lap. The first spank elicits a yelp. By the fifth, I start to whimper. By the tenth, I am a blubbering mess, still sore from my first spanking. “There, there,” the doctor coos. “You’re a good girl for helping me demonstrate.” As she comforts me, she taps my butt lightly. Then she sighs and addresses the audience. “Now, let’s begin your training.”

Three Strikes and you are IN.docx Three Strikes and you are IN 1: The Beginning How did I allow myself to get to this place was still a mystery to me? Here I was, sitting in a court room about to come before a judge and face the consequences of a recently passed law, something to deal with repeat offenders without overtaxing the already overflowing prison community. But first, a bit more about me. I am a young business person, just a few years out of college, with a small apartment, a decent but older car, and of course a huge educational debt to pay off. I have a business degree from a decent university so landed a fairly good job as a sales guy at a medical tech group. I get to visit doctors and clinics on a regular basis to follow up on any of their needs with regard to the line of products we offer. Of course, I like to get out in the evening, and do like to chase the girls a bit as well, but choose to stay unattached at least for the time being. Back to my problem. It started as a bit of arrogance on my part, with a few parking tickets piling up that I ignored and didn’t pay. That and a few bad checks that I had written one month when I was not watching my bank funds well and forgot I had bills due but instead went out a few too many nights and wasted my funds on fun. Worse yet, one of the companies, the group that held my apartment mortgage, forced the bank to involve the police who paid me a visit with a citation due to the amount of the bounced check. Of course, I made it good within a couple of weeks and paid the fee at the bank, but it was still now on my record. The final issue that cooked my goose as they say, was on a Saturday morning when I was going for a drive into the country, and passed a trooper pulled over to the side with his lights on. Unfortunately, I didn’t move over into the center lane, and shortly thereafter another cop was behind me with his lights on pulling me over. As he was giving me a lecture about the “safety hazard” of me not moving over for an emergency vehicle on the side of the road he said he was writing me a ticket as well, and asked for my documents. He went back to his car to do his work, and as he was returning another patrol car pulled up in front of me and the couple officers approached me telling me to get out of my car as I was under arrest? The first officer explained to me that as he processed my documents, several citations came up that were not resolved. He pointed out that the parking tickets not paid brought up a mandatory court appearance that was not attended, and I have another upcoming on the bounced checks issue, and now this ticket, so I was being arrested to ensure that I would be before a judge and here I was now seated in a court room waiting for my name to be called. The judge was having a busy morning, and I sat listening to several cases, with what I considered harsh penalties being issued by this no-nonsense lady judge. One case involved a couple of teen age girls caught shoplifting, but only their first offense. The outcome was that they would work for the store doing cleanup work for a months’ worth of weekends, and were admonished not to get into any more trouble or it will be worse. Another involved a young guy, a few years younger than me who was in a bar room fight resulting in a fair amount of damage done to the bar. His sentence involved paying what he could in damage, and washing dishes and waiting tables every night for four weeks at this same bar. Again, his first offense. 2: The Sentence Now it was my turn, and as I stood in front of this judge, I became worried that I would be in a fair amount of trouble, but had no idea of what I would have to deal with. She started by telling me that it appears I have no respect for the law, as I continue to ignore the rules. She went on to say that I needed to learn a lesson as I had a promising career ahead of me, but only if I followed the rules of society going forward. She pointed out that the laws I broke were not felonies, but failure to respect the court and ignore the outcomes from these was serious, and had to be dealt with. She went on to say that ordinarily I would face a serious fine and some jail time, but a recent law has given her another option that may work well to bring me down a few notches and gain some respect for others in society. She went on to say that she was going to sentence me to 1 year in a new program that may do this, avoiding jail at least in the building sense of the word, but still a confinement of sorts. The program was called, EC or external confinement and I had no choice in the matter as she did not want me adding to the jail space problems, and I was the perfect candidate for this new program which seemed to be producing very good results. She left me with a firm warning, that any further involvement with the law would lead to a much harsher confinement, so I better tow the line and follow the rule of this program or else! With that I was released to the deputies to be transported to a facility nearby to be initiated into this program, which I would be involved with for the 12-month sentence. 3: The Program Upon arrival, I was escorted into a holding area, and told to take all my clothes off and put a bright colored jump suite on that was provided. It was interesting in that the pants were separate from the long top, but were quite loose on me held up by a draw string. After getting dressed, I was ushered into what was a small office space it seemed, but I had to sit in a hard chair and wait on the administrator who was to start my initiation off with a short lecture on what was to happen and what was expected of me. After a short time, a middle-aged lady who seemed to be dressed in medical scrubs stepped into the room and sat behind the desk there. She introduced herself as Dr Maybery and said she was in charge of my case. She opened a file which seemed to have my records in it, and started to quickly go over them. After a few moments, she looked up at me and started to speak. Mr. Dowens, it appears that you have a long record of ignoring the law, which has put you here and into my program for the next 12 months. I hope after that period you gain a much better perspective of yourself, and have much more respect for authority. You will soon understand that I am not one to take lightly, as I have the authority to make your time with me much less comfortable than it will be as it is, so I advise you to listen closely and do not break any of the rules. Now than, I shall start to outline what this program entails, and what you will soon be dealing with. As you have been told, this is called the EC program, which stands for external confinement. This is designed to confine you but not in the typical fashion behind bars, but none the less, still confined. We do that with some electronics and a bit of outpatient surgery, something that can only be overcome at this same location when your period is completed. I am sure I have your attention now, don’t I? You are wondering what type of confinement is this, and I can now tell you that you will be rendered urinary incontinent by placing a permeant stent into your urethra that can’t be removed without a special device we use, and will require you to be constantly diapered (confined). In addition, we will inject a small electronic chip into your hip, that will signal another electronic device imbedded in the waterproof panties that you will require to ensure that these are in place all the time, and have tracking capabilities to ensure compliance. To say I was astounded was an understatement. I was left speechless for a time, finally saying that this can’t be legal. I was advised, that indeed it is as it is not a lifetime sentence, but rather for the period specified, and is not only a tracker, but also a substantial deterrent to curb my lifestyle a bit. This confinement was meant to be failsafe, as well as causing me to constantly be aware of my punishment for disrespecting the rule of law. I was to stay out of bars and nightclubs, and away from any other altercations of the law even parking tickets to complete this program. I was to check in with this office on a bi weekly basis to insure I was not having any problems, and any failures would result in my program conditions becoming less tolerable. 4: The Procedure From this point, Dr Maybery called on one of her assistants and told her to take me to the surgical suite and prepare me for the procedures. I was full of questions, but told we would talk again latter after the procedure was completed. This assistant who appeared to be a nurse as well, brought me to another room, which seemed to be a clinic procedure room. It was equipped with an exam table which I was told to get up on and lay back and stay calm. As I did lay down, I was not very calm and this young nurse advised me that this would be much easier is I could remain calm, but still did administer a shot which I was told was to keep me calm. Soon after, I was quite calmed down. The nurse explained what was going to happen, adding that I would be given something to deaden my private part so the insertion of the stent would not be painful. I was also told that all my pubic hair would be removed prior to this procedure, as it would be best going forward for hygiene purposes. I was advised that for today, this would be removed by shaving, but going forward it was recommended to have laser hair removal to avoid the discomfort of hair regrowth. My young nurse proceeded to remove my adult hair quickly and soon after another person joined us in this procedure room. This person was introduced as Dr Whitmore, who will be installing the shunt I was told about. He quickly applied a topical anesthesia to my private part and started to explain what he was going to do. He showed me a shiny tube with a few bends in it and a very nasty looking end part, that looked like a barbed hook. He explained that this is the part that prevented removal without the special device he had to compress these barbs during removal. He went on to say that any attempt to remove this would damage my private part severely. He advised the nurse to gather my first incontinence package and place the diaper under me as once the shunt was in, I would need it. She did and returned with what I thought to be a very large cloth diaper that had a Velcro closing affixed to the sides. She also brought some large vinal waterproof pants and another small package with a hypo sealed within it which contained the matching electronic chip that would be put into me. Dr Whitmore thanked the nurse, took the hypo out of the pouch and was about to poke me with it in my hip where it would match up with the chip in my soon be to plastic pants but I reacted suddenly to this by moving my hands to stop him. He set his instrument down and advised the nurse to restrain my hands now, which she was able to do with his help. As I lay there with my hands secured to the examine table, the Dr poked me with the hypo, and soon announced that now I was chipped, and the first part of the procedure was done. He then pinched my private part, and since I didn’t jump, added that it was time for the next part. He picked up the shiny tube and some tools he had, added some liquid to the front of the assembly and started to slide this thing into my private part, changing my life for the foreseeable future. As it slid in, he told me that if I was a good boy, this was all that needed to be done by him other than to check it on occasion, but if I continued to break the rules, advised that he could do things with my other side that were much more uncomfortable than this would be. I thought this could get no worse, but this additional part seemed dreadful. At last, he had this tube well into me and as he removed his tool, I started to dribble into the cloth diaper below me, the first of many wettings to come I was to learn. He at this point mentioned that his work was completed, and advised the nurse to bring my case worker back into the room. 5: living with Diapers As soon as she arrived, the Dr left with a smile on his face adding, another happy client to deal with, looking at my case worker. To be sure, I was anything but happy at this point. Dr Mayberry, my case worker and the nurse which was assisting through this whole process were left alone with me. Dr Mayberry told me that I have been rendered incontinent now and I would have to learn how to deal with it which is the next part of this session, so I was to watch and listen carefully to avoid further added burdens as she put it. She went on to explain that I will be given a package of protective materials each week, and depending on my attitude and responsibility in the last week, will determine what will be in the package. She went on to explain that the diapers I will be provided are all cloth, but will be of various construction and thickness. The waterproof pants also fall into this category, some of which are quite thin and quiet, and others are much thicker and very noisy to wear. Depending on my response to the program will dictate what will be delivered to me for use. She then went on to explain that the diapers are all used in the same fashion as what lay beneath me now, and with that the nurse went about illustrating how to pull it up for a good fit and attach the Velcro closings to hold it in place. This was repeated several times with the nurse taking the diaper open, and allowing me to position it and close it until I was comfortable doing it. During this period, I started to feel the wetness, something I was not happy for but knew it would be my new normal. At this point, my client worker produced the large vinyl waterproof pants that I would be wearing to start with, a light pink translucent material with nursery figures on it as well. This was pulled over my legs and I had to pull it up over my cloth diapers several times, to get a feel for how it had to fit over all the cloth to keep my clothes dry. It was explained that this was a typical night version of these, and if I was in good standing, the day version would be a thin stretchy version that was whisper quiet, but if not, it would be bulky and noisy. I was told at this time, that it was time to get up and get dressed for transport home, and was given my clothes less my underwear. While my shirt and socks fit well for the most part, my pants were stretched to the limit to fit over my new underwear. I was told to shop for larger pants with more stretch ASAP as needed some different bottoms to fit over my protection going forward. In addition, I was given a package with multiple diapers and waterproof pants in it, and told that when I was dropped off, I would be also given several storage bins for used protection, something that would be exchanged on a regular basis for laundering by the firm supplying my supplies. I was told that these bins which had wheels on one end, would need to be placed at the front of my house on pickup days, and would be replaced with empty ones that I needed to take in similar to a recycle collection day. It was also explained how many diapers and waterproof pants were in this first package. To start with, for the week I would get 7 of the large overnight diapers and heavy pants, and 18 of the daily diapers and 7 of the daytime waterproof panties. The daily diapers were of the high absorbency but thin diapers, while the night diapers were the triple thick standard absorbency style. The diapers were to be changed when I got up in the morning, mid-day, and in the evening prior to bed. I had 4 extra changes for the day but did not need to use all of them in a week, as they could carry over. The catch was that the change time, when the waterproof panties could be removed, was only 7 minutes twice a day, and 21 minutes once a day for bathing. I could use the 4 extra 7 minute changes anytime within the week or carry over some into following weeks if not used, and advised to carry over as many as possible in the case that I was rendered incontinent at the back door as well if further punishments were needed. The point being, wearing messy diapers for any period of time was a real punishment, so having extra changes for this was a plus. 6: Learning the Rules At this point, we discussed what would mandate further punishment. The most common I was advised was exceeding the time limits for changes. This was broken into a min and max violation, the min being an overtime of 15% or 1 minute or less and anything above that considered a maximum overtime. Other punishments were added for things like bad manners to another person that was reported, tardy behavior at work or for appointments, or many other forms of what is considered disrespect. Of course, any law broken no matter how minor was very serious. The amounts and severity of these poor behaviors would be discussed at my next appointment with my case worker. The punishment would be determined following, and could affect my next allotment of protection or in worst case, I would be back for further treatments. In addition, my sentence could be extended as well. So, with this information taken, the nurse brought me out to the discharge area, and followed with this paperwork, as well as bringing me my first week of protection packages which included all the diapers, waterproof diaper pants, and supply’s I would need to start my punishment and cover me for the first week. She also explained that if I opted for the laser hair removal which was strongly recommended, that there was a contact number in the package and I should call that number to set up the first session in the near future. They had the equipment at that location to disable the sensors long enough to do a session prior to adding back my protection package. With all this information and my large package, I was sent on my way out of the office to meet a driver with a van that would take me home and deliver the rest of my supply’s. I was already focused on my wet diaper even after an hour and half, and looking forward to the next change opportunity. 7: Learning to live in Diapers As it was about mid-day, I was very concerned about arriving at my apartment complex and running into someone who I knew. As it turned out, I did see my complex manager but she simply said hi, and said in passing, looks like you have been shopping? I smiled and just said, yes you could say that. My driver helped bring all my packages into my apartment, and bid me good luck as he left. I felt a sigh of relief that I had gotten back without any confrontation, but was worried about that being the case going forward, as the diaper was certainly bigger as it became wetter. I started to unpack all my new goodies, including the several large fancy diaper containers, one for the cloth diapers and the other for the plastic pants as indicated on the packages. I found a spot in my bathroom for these. I started to take out the other supplies, a box of powders, paste to prevent rash, and cases of wipes that I would need in addition to an interesting back pack that I would need to hold my daily supplies when out of house. Thank goodness it was very plain, but I was to learn latter on that one of the additional punishments was a very not so plain diaper bag to use. I had to find space to store the different diapers and plastic pants which took up far more area than anticipated. With this accomplished, I looked into my closet to find some pants that I could use that did the best job hiding my much larger behind. I found my sweat pants which worked well, but only one other pair of larger dress pants that were reasonable, so decided I would need to do some shopping latter in the afternoon. I had a late lunch, made my first daytime diaper change of my quite wet first diaper which was really starting to bother me, and picked out one of the quite daytime PUL waterproof covers, and dressed in my jogging pants for a shopping excursion. I made the change in good time, only using about 5 of the allocated 7 minutes for the daytime changes, but really didn’t do much cleaning or diaper prep, as it was my first change. I would learn latter that the use of powder and rash cream was important and used up all those 7 minutes, and more if I was not careful. Dressing in my casual clothes made me feel a lot more at ease, and I headed out to my car and drove to the nearest mall to do some shopping. Since I didn’t plan to be out much, I did not bring my diaper bag, something that also became a rarity going forward. I found my favorite clothing shop and picked out some different styles of work slacks, some larger than my typical size and with some elastic in the waist. I tried several for size over my current protection package and was hopeful that these would keep my situation private from most observers. I also grabbed a couple of even larger just in case things changed if I got in trouble. The shopping distracted me a bit, but soon I was again aware of my damp and soon to be wet diaper which was only 1/3 of the way to being changed. It also dawned on me that I needed to get my pooping on a predictable schedule in the early morning so I could do it in the toilet at home prior to my morning shower time so I found some overnight laxatives I wanted to try. I also stopped for a few groceries, and at a liquor store for a bunch of beer for my apartment, as I was not planning to be going to the local bars in the near future. My shopping a success, I headed for home as I was really getting anxious about my now more than wet diaper, but as I was about to learn, that was going to be my norm by the time the change cycle was up. When I got home, I unpacked my shopping and put my things away. I grabbed a beer and started thinking about something to eat, and decided on a light meal, but really went after the beer, feeling a bit sorry for my self and worrying about my situation, and how I would be able to tolerate it with work and my personal life taking the brunt of this enforced sentence I received in lieu of jail time. Eventually I got myself ready for bed changing into the very thick night time protection, taking my overnight laxative and falling into bed. The next morning, I awoke to a really soaked morning diaper, and a strong urge to poop. I struggled out of bed, heading for the bathroom, and just in time got my soaked diaper off and hopped onto my toilet for relief which was soon to be had. I wasted little time as new the clock was running and I had to have a shower and get diapered up for the day. As I hurried in the shower, I noticed I was dripping on a regular basis and had to take precautions when leaving the shower to prevent making a mess on my floor. I kept my towel close after getting out of the shower and prepared to get myself properly protected. This time, I did take the time to add the butt paste to avoid any rash, as well as powder prior to closing the diaper. I noticed that my denuded area was a bit red yet, probably a reaction to the solution used on my after my procedure, and thought about what would happen when my hair started to grow back. I decided at that moment to contact the person I was told of to do a permanent removal at first opportunity I was able to get back into my plastic panties in plenty of time this morning, as my morning dump and shower went very quickly. 8: Learning to Work in Diapers As I got dressed for work, I thought about what I needed to pack in my diaper backpack for mid-day change. I picked up the bare essentials and added some powder and past as well on second thought, as well as the plastic bag for my wet diaper, and headed for breakfast. When I got to work, I went to my office spot and settled in for the day. As I was going over some of the calls I would be making, my boss, MS Ashford, stopped by to say hello and asked me how my court appearance went a couple days ago. I was not sure how truthful I should be but was determined not to lie to my boss. So I told her that I was sentenced to an alternative program in lieu of any jail confinement, She of course asked if that was something that would limit my capabilities for my job, and I answered not that I know at this time. She was happy with my answer, and said maybe at a latter time, we can talk a bit more about it and to have a great day. She had no idea that I was wearing some of the same things that we sold to a few of our clients, and I was not about to expound on that topic. The day went about as expected. I was happy for my lunch hour and went out to a small take away shop where I could use a private bathroom to change my soaked diaper. I did get it off, used the wipes provided, and added the paste and powder and attached the new DRY diaper in the allotted time. I war really looking forward to a short time in a dry diaper again, and had a nice sandwich and coffee for lunch. As the day went on, I had another issue to worry about, and that was a feeling of a pending bowl movement, possibly something from my lunch or something left over from my evening laxative. By 4PM I was getting desperate, and desperate, and by the time I packed up my office, and was getting ready to head for my car, it was about to happen as I had no extra changes with me, so couldn’t even get into a bathroom at work, had to hang on till I was home. As I was leaving, my boss met me in the hall, and reminded me of an appointment I had tomorrow with a big client, and I almost lost it in front of her. I was a bit fidgety, and she commented on it, but I just said I was in a hurry to get somewhere, and she apologized and bid me good evening. As I hurried to my car, I could no longer hold it and proceeded to mess my already very wet diaper. While it was not a large void, it was a stinky mess and I could already smell myself. I gingerly sat down in my car and proceeded to drive home stewing in my mess. Lucky for me, I was able to get into my apartment without anyone talking to me, and was happy for that. Straight away, I went into my bathroom, and started to get changed. I was glad the protective gear kept everything inside, but could detect a slight odor on my pants, so they had to go straight into the wash as well. By the time I got myself changed and used the wipes to get as clean as possible, get the butt past back on and into a clean diaper, I had exceeded my time allotment by a couple minutes and knew I would hear about this. I had the rest of the night to worry about this, making a dinner again for myself, having more than a few beers worrying about my circumstances, and deciding to take another overnight laxative but be more careful about what I choose for lunch the next day to avoid a repeat of today. 9: The morning after my first messy one When I awoke the next morning, I was really swimming in my diaper probably as a result of all the beers I had that previous night. I did have a slight feeling of an impending bowl movement, but decided to have my coffee and breakfast prior to doing my morning routine in hopes it would be timelier. Sitting in a drenched diaper for breakfast was interesting, but hoped it was worth it in the long run, to get my system to work on the schedule I had planned. I was thinking about contacting the number given me for my private hair removal and noticed a msg from my client manager, Dr Mayberry to stop in to see her today, as she was checking up on my progress. I texted back that I could see her late afternoon, and soon saw a replay that this would be fine. I did find the number for the other lady I was thinking of and called her to set up a time for the first try at permanent hair removal. I was able to get my first apt for the following week, and others would be arranged at that visit based on my schedule. By now, it was getting late and I had to get into the shower, and get ready for my busy day. I still didn’t feel the urge but decided to shower first, and attempt a dump after. As I had the longer time, I was sure this should work especially with the coffee working for me. As I finished the shower, I went to the toilet and tried in vain to empty with little success at first. As I pushed harder, it seemed like it was happening, but with little success. Finally, it happened, and I was glad as I finished up my clean up, but became aware of the time at this stage and started to panic as I was about out of time. I rushed to apply the paste, powder, and diaper, but by the time my plastic pants were on, I was over a couple of minutes again. Not good as this was the second time in a couple of days this happened. I was to learn latter this day what that resulted in! As I packed my diaper backpack for the day, I worried that I would have another bout of laxative similar to what occurred yesterday, but understood that there was very little I could do about it if it did happen. I headed for my car, and off to the office for a short time prior to my sales call at our important client. I saw my boss as I was going to my office space and she wished me luck with my upcoming client visit, a large Dr’s office group, where we do lots of supply business. As I finished up my office emails, I headed off to see this client, and was happy to get my mind off of my personal issues. My visit went well, and even included taking some of this office staff out to lunch. I was able to excuse myself just after ordering a desert course, and grabbed my backpack and went off to the bathroom to change my already soaked diaper. It was a bit awkward taking my bag with me but I mentioned I needed to check my tablet for something, which was also in my bag. I did manage the change, and returned to my clients, shortly to leave the restaurant and head back to their offices. My call was a success and I scored a very large supply order as a result, including some new devices we were offering to monitor blood sugar as well as pressure and pulse. Some new compact tech stuff that should be a great success we hoped. After heading back to my office for the remainder of the afternoon, I thought about my upcoming visit to my personal client administrator. I was planning on asking about a change from the cloth diapers during the day to the more discrete and absorbent disposables, so I was anxious to see Dr Mayberry again. My boss stopped in latter in the day again and congratulated me on the successful client visit and large sale, and told me to take the rest of the day off, so I left a bit early which worked out great for my pending visit to my correctional clinic. 10: First Follow Up with Case Worker I arrived there a bit early as a result and was waiting in reception for only a short while until I was called back. Dr Mayberry asked how I was getting along with my “confinement” and I mentioned my desire to change to the disposable protection during the day. She raised her eyes at this suggestion, and began to chastise me telling me I did not understand what my sentence entailed apparently, if I would ask such a thing. She pointed out that the cloth diapers were used to assure that the patient could constantly feel his shame in wetting himself without any control, The fact that they always felt wet was a big part of the punishment and I needed to accept that. I lowered my head looking down at the floor as she continued. She said she also saw that I contacted the clinic for laser hair removal which was a very good thing as after mine started to grow back, it was not good and often resulted in a rash even with the liberal use of the diaper paste. I mentioned that I had my first visit set for next week, which she already knew about. Now than, she went on, we have some other business to attend to as well. I saw that you were late getting your protection back in place on two subsequent days now, and that is not good. I explained about the issues with using a laxative to control my bowl movements, and she simply said that is not her concern, and these things happen on occasion, but if you don’t follow the rules, a more serious punishment is to remove your bowl control entirely for a period of time, and you won’t have to worry about laxatives or voiding schedules any longer. I thought back to what the first Dr told me when he did my procedure, and remembered what he said as well. I said at this point, that I will pay more attention to my time limits going forward as don’t want to have to deal with fecal incontinence in addition to what I have now! Dr Mayberry said remember that going forward and be more cautious, but we still have to deal with your first mistakes. To this end, your protection package is now changing. Your daily diapers will change from the thinner absorbent core design to an all-cloth version with a soaker pad center. In addition, your waterproof panties will change from the quiet and thin PUL to a more traditional thicker vinyl version, which will be much more noticeable, especially when you have been wet for a few hours and your diaper swells up as it will. The point of this is it will now be more difficult to hide your diapers from others, so you better come up with some good explanations as you will be certainly be noticeable especially just prior to changes. Keep in mind, this is only the second step in this program, and there are several more if you continue to make mistakes that you could be faced with. Also, I noticed from the data we collect off the chips in your plastic panties, that you have been soaked most mornings, so I have increased your night time diaper thickness as well to avoid any leaks. Think about this the next morning you wake up wearing these as they are next step in daytime protection as well if you keep making mistakes. Your new protection was delivered and will be waiting for you on your return home. Be sure to package up the remaining unused products and put those out with the used product for pickup in the morning. Keep in mind, we keep track of what was used and what was delivered so don’t try to cheat by keeping some of your existing product as it won’t work. You are expected to use the newer products starting tonight! 11: Dealing with Changes I was not a very happy camper as I left this appointment, especially when I got home and found the new packages of supplies on my door step, along with a couple of new containers for the now larger used diapers. I put my supplies away and made some dinner, hoping to keep my mind off my situation. I also hit my beer supply quite heavy again, attempting to drown out my sorrow but that was short lived. Eventually I had to get ready for bed, and found my new night diapers as advertised, a lot bigger to the point I felt like I was sitting on a pillow. I could walk OK but it was with a pronounced waddle it seemed, and I was fearful for the morning and result of a soaked diaper. I did take my overnight laxative as was more worried about not being able to get this task completed in the morning than anything else. I did get to sleep after all the beers without an issue. The following morning, I rolled out of bed expecting the worst, and was not disappointed. My diaper had expanded a lot from its original size, and walking was a real issue as it was no longer soft and cuddly but cool and ridged. It was a bow-legged waddle at best. On the up side, it didn’t feel like I was swimming in it this morning. I knew than that there was no way I could go to work wearing something like this and carry on in my current capacity. I was very concerned about the increase in size of my daytime diapers with the changes made, but glad I went ahead and purchased extra-large pants on my last shopping trip. I re focused my efforts on getting prepared for the day, again had breakfast in my current state including several cups of coffee, hoping to get things moving as they say. As I was running short on time, I headed into the bathroom and proceeded to get onto the toilet again for my hopeful daily dump. I was not disappointed, and was into the shower fairly soon thereafter, which always was the highlight of my day it seemed like. After getting dry, it was time for the “new” daytime protection, which I got into after all the paste and powder was applied with special attention this morning considering the change in diaper materials and concern about more exposure to a rash starting. I found this diaper to be noticeably thicker, but hoped it would be fine with my larger pants. The bigger concern was the different plastic pants. These were not the thin stretchy ones I was used to, but rather big bulky plastic pants that crinkled whenever I walked. I was very worried about how this would go over the course of the day, but packed up my change bag and headed off to work hoping for the best. After arriving at work, I proceeded to my office space, passing several of the office staff along the way. I tried to act as normal as I could, but did notice a couple of the secretaries turn to look at me as I walked past, with a strange look on their face. Another of the staff stopped me and congratulated me for the great sales effort I made a few days ago with our large client and mentioned we should get together some time soon and talk about other clients we have and the approach I was using to be so successful. I agreed but would not commit to a day, and continued on into my workspace. As the morning went on, I got a memo from my boss, setting up a lunch meeting to assess my progress and future with the company, probably due to the large sale effort I just had success with. I was very worried about this time, but decided to head into the bathroom just prior to this meeting to avoid the possibility of my boss noticing my saturated bottom. As with many good plans, this one was about to fail as my boss decided to meet me a bit early to get going sooner than planned and saw me going into the bathroom with my backpack and expanded bottom, and was waiting for me as I came out again, but with my bottom noticeably smaller again even as I was walking back to my work space. I was startled to say the least, when my boss caught my attention, and said she was ready to go to lunch as soon as I was. I quickly stopped at my desk, left my diaper backpack behind and told my boss I was ready, and we walked together out of the office. 12: The Big Reveal We had agreed on a small café near by so walked and talked along the street to get there. As we were seated, my boss said to me, I couldn’t help but notice that when you went into the bathroom just before we left it appeared that you had a well-padded backside, but when you came out things seemed a lot more normal, except for this crinkling sound I am hearing as we walk together. Since this is work time and you are in the office, I have to know what is going on with you? Are you wearing diapers or something?? Is this a prank or are you having medical issues I need to be aware of? I need to know your answer so I know how to address the situation! Our office does not discriminate against anyone with a medical issue, but we have to understand that to deal properly with it and I have not seen anything like this in your file. Sitting there, I felt like my world was imploding around me as I was as embarrassed as could possibly be, and my boss noticed it as well. She added, please don’t take this the wrong way, I just need to understand your situation! So there I was, about to disclose to my boss the situation I had gotten myself into with the justice system over a series of what I thought to be small crimes or misdemeanors but collectively turned into something far worse. As I was explaining this to my boss, she interrupted me and said she didn’t want my life story, only the part about why I was wearing what appeared to be diapers. I jumped ahead in my story, and said that I had ignored several of the criminal complaints, and when I was pulled over for a traffic violation, my record of not appearing popped up and I was arrested and brought before a judge who was planning to have me confined to jail but I was given the opportunity to stay out of jail if I agreed to this alternative form of confinement which was intended to free up jail space. I went on to say that it sounded like it could be quite easy, until I was taken to the procedure clinic, and I was rendered incontinent by means of this tube going into my bladder and needing to wear a diaper and waterproof pants with a chip in it to ensure compliance. As I finally accepted this, at first it wasn’t bad as the diapers were fairly thin, and the pants were quiet and stretchy, but here again, I failed to follow my instructions precisely, and things had gotten a lot worse as of yesterday, so now I am noticeable diapered and there isn’t much I can do about it for the next few weeks other than carefully follow the rules and hope to get back to the more normal wetting protection. 13: Changes at Work My boss was very taken by my story and said that she was feeling bad for challenging me about my current state, but that this was a really crazy story, and she would try to help me deal with it the best we could. For now, she would contact HR, get a note placed into my file indicating my need for protective wear, and ensure that I could not be harassed at work. She was also very interested in the protective wear that I was using, and wanted to know the details of it IE distribution and manufacturing as we did offer a full line of icon products, mainly focused on nursing homes, and Urology practices. I said that I have no idea about where these products come from but can pass along my case worker contact information and she could probably offer more information, after I tell her that we spoke and you have my permission to talk to her about my case and circumstances. We also agreed that for the next week or so, I would limit my client contacts, and my boss suggested that the only places I could go in the foreseeable future would be to those nursing homes, and clinics that deal with incontinence issues on a regular basis. This lunch meeting had gone full circle from her praising me for great sales efforts and potentially expanding my client base to limiting it to places that deal with situations like I find myself in, but in the typical case, not by choice but by accident. By the end of the lunch, my boss was joking that it I became a regular visitor at some of the nursing homes, that the care givers there might be willing to help change my diapers for me? What had I gotten myself into I wondered? From that afternoon on, I was becoming the company DIAPER EXPERT, and was expected to help promote some of the things that I was forced to use, to places that have to help people live with these issues as a result of health issue. I did get InTouch with my case worker and explained the situation about my boss and her interest in the products I was using, and Dr Mayberry agreed to work with her with my blessing, and complemented me on taking the high road about my issues, and that in the next visit, If I was totally in compliance, maybe I could go back to less noticeable daily protection. That was my wish, but I soon found out it was harder to get back to a better situation than to move into a more serious one. My office life started to settle down, and the looks and remarks behind my back all but disappeared when a notice from HR was posted about disabilities and avoiding any comments or the appearance of discrimination towards anyone with any type of disability. My social life on the other hand, mostly ended. After a couple of weeks bound to my desk, I was finally able to start to visit some of the large nursing home businesses. My boss had been in contact with my case worker and had gotten some great contact information for the diaper companies used, and was very interested in the reusable diaper line, including the exchangeable bins. This was very good timing due to the disposal issues with throw away diapers these days. The various waterproof panties were also a great item to offer in the nursing homes, as they could be monitored to ensure that some of the residents did not take them off on their own, as often the case with some causing extra cleanup issues. 14: Personal Changes As for my personal issues, I was still struggling with my bowl issue timing, and over the next few weeks, had several messy accidents to deal with at work. The first one happened prior to lunch one day, and my attempt to clean up after took me over the allotted time again. About a week after that, I had an accident just after lunch, and as I started to smell myself, decided to break the rules and make an extra change mid afternoon as I did not have the night time protection products in my bag and did not want to wear them in the office and waddle home at end of day. That took care of any hopes of getting back to my less noticeable daytime protection, and in fact pushed me into another category. When I tried to explain my situation to my case worker, Dr Mayberry simply shook her head and said she felt for me but rules are rules. She did say that she would forgo the extra-large diapers for the day sticking with this mid-range product that I was using, but I was going to go into heavy duty rubber pants, that would be very hot and hard to walk in. In addition, my change scheduled would be altered, so that my daytime diapers would be on for 8 hr shifts as opposed to the 6hr shift now set up. This meant that I had to be up early to change, and could not change till latter in the evening. It also meant that I would be in wetter diapers for longer time, and the rash cream used was upped to something more in line with this duty. On the plus end if you could say that, these rubber pants were very good at containing odor and smell, and even if I had a messy accident, chances are it could go undetected for several hours. I was also advised to start to take a drug to limit the odor in my stool in case that I do have messy accidents on a regular basis. The other good thing I found out was that as I was well along the process of laser removal of my pubic hair, this should not be a problem either going in this direction. 15: Adapting to New Experiences My office life was starting to pick up again after several months of this, to the point some of the client visits were starting to pay dividends for our company. I had accepted my situation as the diaper salesman, and always came off as a great resource to describe how a particular product worked, its benefits as well as short comings. The reusable diaper business was really taking off by this point, with many many locations switching away from disposables and into this line with all the benefits I could illustrate. I also started to form relationships with some of the staff I called on, and in particular a middle age but very attractive head nurse at one of the nursing homes. She and I seemed to have some real chemistry and after multiple visits over 3-4 months, she agreed to go out with me for a dinner date. It was a great time and Angie and I agreed to do it again sometime soon. But how was I getting along personally? Well, I was almost half way through my sentenced time, and my bi weekly meetings with my case worker were getting predictable now. I was well past the hair removal treatments, and glad of it even as the 45-60 minute sessions I had multiple times allowed me some time out of my diapers, but the lingering soreness was not worth it. I did discover that the apparatus they used to keep this area dry over the procedure time, could be helpful when I get out of my protective gear period. I consisted of a condom type device with a drain tube that went into a bag. Other than that, I did start using the Nullo pills as did not want to take a chance of stinking up the place if I had another accident in public or at work. The Rubber Pants were as advertised, very good at covering up odor, but also very hot and hard to get used to walking in. I fell into a pronounced waddle after a time, and was able to deal with them accordingly. The bigger challenge was the enforced 8 hr change cycles, as I was always feeling like I was really wet, and often times ended up messing myself as well. All I was thankful for was that this protective cover in addition to the Nullo tablets daily, kept the odors in check. Unfortunately, after 6 months of this, it seemed quite natural to be wet and messy! 16: Meeting Angie The bright star in my life turned out to be Angie, the head nurse I mentioned meeting at one of the large nursing home businesses I visited. We were getting on really great, going out on a regular basis and Angi coming over to my apartment more times we were together than not. We were getting to be very close, with Angie always telling me that my diapers were of little concern to her, as she had had to deal with more of these over her working past and they no longer bother her. In fact, on multiple occasions she has changed me, which is always difficult to get done in the allotted time with her loving touch. As we were getting more intimate, the inevitable happened one evening and Angie convinced me that she could have sex with me as long as I was laying on a diaper, she didn’t mind the outcome of me getting her wetter than normal due to my constant leaking. As predicted, this turned out to be a mind blowing wild sexual encounter as I had been without for more than 6 months and Angie was like a wild woman riding her guy. Unfortunately, we lost tract of time, and went way over even the long time we planned to use, and I knew I would be in for another punishment at my next care coordinator meeting. Angie and I agreed that what ever they did to me, this was still worth it and so the next time I met Dr Mayberry, I kept this in mind but was still worried. 17: More Severe Changes That meeting was just 3 days later, and when I walked into the Dr’s office, I knew I was in for a stern lecture. As it started, I was told that I had been doing so well, and now I was a disappointment to my coordinator, but she could do little to prevent what was now going to happen to me as a result of my behavior. She only asked if it was worth it and I said that I couldn’t stop myself from this sex as it had been so long since I had any. Well, she said, keep that in mind as you get to see Dr Whitmore again and I was taken into his exam room after that by another nurse, I was soon joined by Dr Whitmore and he said he was expecting to see me again, but I had gone longer that some of his patients but in any case, the outcome will be the same. He said that this next treatment, will render you unable to control your stool, no different than the procedure we did to render you unable to control your urine. He said that he will use something different in this case, a drug called Botox to deaden the nerves near my anus, so that they will not control my movements any longer, and they will happen on their own without notice. I was than undressed by the nurse, had this condom device installed onto me again and placed on the exam table with my legs up in supports. Dr W approached me with his hypo, and said this first poke is to remove the pain from the next set of injections. After a short time, he came back to me with a series of hypos, some with longer needles than others and he began to administer injections which thang goodness I could no longer feel. He was telling me that some of this medication was going into the muscle around my anus, and some of it going further into my tissue, getting at the sphincter inside my anus. He added that shortly, I will be pooping my pants just like a toddler without any care other than the resulting understanding that I had to wear my mess until I could get changed, but added that the changing schedule will not be altered, meaning that I could be sitting in my waste for up to 8 hrs. In addition, he added that since I was late getting to this point, the effects of it may not wear off by the time my sentence is up as it usually takes at least 6 months to start to come back to normal and then another 3-4 to gain most control back, but he has heard of some cases where control is never gained back, but assured me those were rare side effects! 18: What to do Now When I left my appointment, I was more troubled than I had been in a long time. I was not so much worried about the messy pants, as I had gotten used to these over those last few months, but more so about them occurring with no control on my part and even hanging on well past my sentenced time. When I got home, I called Angie and told her about what had happened and she assured me that we could get through this without any problems, as this was not the end of the world. I was happy I got to know her, as without her help, this last 4 months would be very life changing to me. 19: A Turning Point So about the rest of my story, as you can already guess, Angie and I became engaged to get married. It was to be a very low-key event and happen about the time my forced diapering was to end, but I was not sure of exactly the date I would be set free, and we set our date for a weekend near that time. For my part, my life continued about that same following my total incontinence as I had gained confidence in the integrity of my rubber pants, and the impact of the Nullo tablets. Unfortunately, this combination was only so good, and after about 5-6 hours of carrying a full load around, I could notice the odor. This problem only presented itself if I loaded my diaper early in the morning after my night change, as I needed to change this early afternoon wherever I was. Thank goodness for considerate office staff working around me as they always had air fresheners around and often would offer me some of theirs to use if I was getting especially ripe. All were glad as my change time approached, and the rest of the day was always better. Another great thing happened after I told Dr Mayberry about my upcoming marriage to Angie a couple months prior to the end of my time in this program, as she mentioned that she could probably get a special tag made for Angie as she was a care nurse, and was qualified to deal with skin rash issues, and as a result could “extend” my change times for what ever reason. This was fantastic, and I promised Dr Mayberry she would be invited to our wedding as a result. As a result, Angie and I were able to refine our love making routines well before our wedding night, so we were well prepared for the husband/wife life awaiting us. 20: Life after Confinement My service time passed without any further glitches, and we became happily married. Unfortunately, even with the stent out, I still needed to wear diapers as the messing had yet to let up, and I was having a hard time controlling my wetting, which Angie also predicted as this stent had a long-lasting impact on my prostrate and the muscles around my urethra. In any case, this was no longer such a “punishment” to me, and I continued to use the cloth diapers as they were the norm for me, the difference being now that I could change them whenever I or Angie wanted and that often led to extra activity that being husband and wife allowed for. Over time I did start to get feeling back in my rear opening, and started to have less and less messy accidents in my diapers as I was able to get back on the toilet in time move and more, but the wetting continued so did my use of diapers. Angie didn’t mind, and I had to agree, even I liked the feel of my diapers as without, I did not feel the least bit secure, kind of like going out commando. So how does this tale end, well I can say I have a great respect now for rules, have a great career as a “Diaper Specialist” at my office, being promoted from just sales specialist to senior salesperson to VP of sales due to all the new activity I developed over time, and can say that my love life has never been better, far better than anything I could ever have imagined. Angie and I are growing old together, even as I am still being cared for on regular basis, no different from a toddler, and loving every minute of it! PS: Hope you enjoyed reading this. Maybe more of this in the future? DeeWet 2021

thank you for commenting! More up now! The witch held up a hand, snapped her fingers, and a fresh diaper, identical to the one Rebecca wore but dry, appeared. "Oh my god! Please yes, that's so wonderful!" She was elated. At her worst moment, a solution to her problem unexpectedly came. The witch chuckled. "Well thank you babykins. Now, lie down. It's time for a diapie change, potty pants." Rebecca looked at her. "Can I, ummm.. Can I do it?" The witch shook her head. "No, it has to be me." "Why?" She shrugged. "Reasons. Magic reasons beyond none magic understanding." "Well I... i don't know..." The witch glared at her. "Really? Then you can go and ask Matilda to change your pampers. Oh, and by the way, she's drunk and wants to make a game out of changing you in front of the party. Would you rather that?" Rebecca shook her head. That sounded horrible. "Good. Then lie down and ask me nicely to change you. Frankly if I'm helping you the LEAST you could do is obey me. If I say I'm going to change your diaper, I'm going to change your diaper. Got it?" Rebecca cringed. The witch was starting to sound almost like her bullies. Still, it was better then the alternative. She obeyed and lay down on the ground. "Please change my pampers, miss witch." She hated using the word "pampers" to describe them, it was a thought she never wanted applied to her underwear, but she didn't want to push it any more then she already had. "Good babykins," the witch said. She knelt down. "Can you at least stop calling me that?" Rebecca asked, blushing. She appreciated the girl was going to help her with bullies, but she could begin by not talking to her the same way. The self-proclaimed witch smiled. "I can. I can also call you what I want if I'm going to help you, babykins. I'm not doing it to be mean, I just think you are cute. So, do you want my help?" Rebecca glared. She supposed it was a bit different- the witch was referring to the costume she had already been made to wear, rather then making her wear it. "Yes." "Good babykins. This was a routine Rebecca was now used to, and so, it seemed, was the witch. With expert deftness, she untapped the soggy diaper, wiped her down, powdered her, and had her diapered back up, smiling and humming. It went far faster then it ever had with the bullies, and she felt far fresher, and the diaper far more snug and comfortable. The witch finished by snapping her fingers, and pen marks appeared on the diaper to match the bully's "signature," then she snapped it again and the wet diaper disappeared. "That's amazing!" How many problems would THAT little spell have helped? "Good, thank you babykins. Now I'm not quite done with you yet," the witch continued. "I promised to help with your little bully problem, and I will. First thing first, we are going to even the playing field. If you agree, then all the picture's in the bullies' phones will "mysteriously," be locked so they won't be able to see them or send them anywhere. "You can do that!?" Rebecca said, amazed. She laughed. "Oh, I can do much more. I said I would even the playing field, and that isn't quite even yet. Matilda had power over you, I'm giving you power over her." She held out a hand, and Rebecca felt a cold wave rush over her. "If you agree, you will have control over some of her... functions. Allow me to demonstrate." She closed her hand, and Rebecca felt her bowels rumble and her bladder fill. "What... what are you doing?" she put a hand to her back and squeezed tightly to stop from having another, much worse, problem. "Showing you what I can do." She opened her hand, and the feeling stopped. "Matilda made fun of you for not being able to control your bladder, and made you mess yourself. So, you will now be able to control all THEIR functions. You will be able to suddenly fill her bladder and bowels as much as you want. That will send her running to the closest toilet, and if you want you can keep adding more until she can't hold it. Or..." she squeezed her hand again. Rebecca gasped as she suddenly started messing her diaper. She didn't feel anything inside her, but much rushed out of her and into the waiting plastic. She put her hands down to her bottom and squeezed her legs, trying her best to stop it, but to no avail. The smell hit her like a hammer, and she gagged. The witch opened her hand again, and it stopped. "You can make her wet or mess herself whenever you want. What you do from there is up to you. Take pictures to blackmail her in return, keep her in diapers, or just make her have random accidents in public. Hell, if you plan it right, you could probably make her into your full time adult baby." "Why would I want that?" Rebecca said in a broken voice. She was still doubled over and clutched at her stomach from the unexpected torrent. The witch laughed. "Never mind." She waved her hand, and Rebecca felt her diaper contract. She looked down and was amazed to see it was suddenly clean. "Tha... thank you." She said. "You're welcome diaper girl." "Wait... you changed me earlier." "Yes, what about it babykins?" "Why didn't you... didn't you..." There was a connection there. Rebecca searched for it, but found her mind full of fog, and the idea disappeared. She shook her head. "Never mind. What do you want in return? Why are you doing this all for me?" The witch smiled and patted her cheek. "Silly baby. Don't ask stupid questions." She grabbed the pacifier that hung from Rebecca's shirt and put it in her mouth. "That's better. I'm doing this because I don't like seeing bullies be mean to adorable little babies. Ok? No talking with the paci, nod your head if yes." Rebecca nodded. "As for if I want anything in return... Lets just say I like taking care of little adult babies, so I get that in return. However, if I ever come by and ask something, I expect you to obey, alright?" Rebecca nodded again. "So, we have a deal?" she held out a hand to shake. Rebecca looked at it, then took it and shook. "Good girl. You'll get your powers over Matilda tomorrow. Until then, be a good baby for your mommy, obey her, sit in your new daddy's lap, and behave yourself. Oh, and a suggestion? Take it slowly. Rush it too much and it will be obvious something is up. Of course you're a smart baby, I'm sure you figured that out already." Rebecca nodded. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind in fact, but if the witch thought she was smart enough to realize it she didn't want to give her a reason to think otherwise. In response, the witch smiled, brushed her hair back, then took her head in both hands and kissed her forehead. She laughed, snapped her fingers, and disappeared. Rebecca stood in a gaze. She wondered what time it was. Part of her head told her the conversation must have taken a long time, but it felt like only a few minutes passed. Someone knocked at the door. "Rebecca? Baby? Are you in there misbehaving?" Matilda said. The door swung open and Rebecca jumped- it seemed the lock was undone after all. Matilda looked her up and down. She folded her arms. "What are you doing? Do you need a diaper change?" She looked down at her underwear and grabbed it. "No I'm fine," Rebecca said. Or more, she tried to say. She found she couldn't speak with the pacifier. She tried to spit it out, and for a moment, it stayed in. Matilda watched her with an eyebrow raised. Finally she reached up and pulled it out of her lips. "No, I'm fine. Just checking my make up Mommy." "Make up? Since when do you..." she shook her head. "Whatever. Are you finished? Mark was wondering where you went." "Of course. I'm sorry mommy, I'll be a good baby," Rebecca said. She smiled and walked past her, leaving Matilda to gawk at her back. She knew the bully would be surprised by her sudden confidence in her 'role,' but with the knowledge of what was coming later, she was fine to play along. She'd be a perfect little baby, obey her mommy, sit on the boy's lap, flirt with him and and call him daddy, let mommy have her fun and play her games, and then... And then it was her turn.

"Umm one second daddy. I need to, uhh... go to the bathroom." He looked down at her diaper and patted her. "It looks to me like your all set," he laughed. She made herself laugh too and stood up. "I'll be just one second." She ran, or more waddled, away and up a flight of stairs. After some searching she found what she was looking for. A large, quiet bathroom, on the second floor away from the crowd. She walked in, closed and locked the door, and sighed. She undid her onesie and examined her diaper in the mirror. There was no hiding what she had done. It was soaked, stained yellow and twice its normal size. If she went down with this on, it wouldn't be too long before someone noticed. If she tried sitting down again... she shuddered, thinking about trying to explain herself after her diaper leaked onto Mark's pants. She considered her options. She could run to Matilda and try to beg for a change. However... that would mean going back through the entire house and having to explain to Mark that she was leaving again a second later. She didn't know how she could subtly ask for a change with everyone around her, and Matilda was drunk enough that she might say it outload anyway. Even if she agreed, then what? Walk through the house with a spare diaper in her hand and come back only wearing one? Or perhaps get lead by Matilda into a bathroom, diaper bag in tow, then hope no one guessed she was being changed? All after telling people she was going to the bathroom? She couldn't just throw it out and return without a diaper. Matilda would instantly notice, as would anyone who was paying attention. Plus... what would she do with the soggy diaper? She looked at the open, uncovered diaper pail. She couldn't leave it there, everyone had seen her wearing it. She couldn't take it through the house, people would notice. Much as she hated it, her best bet might be to try to call Matilda, ask her to come to the bathroom, and just hope she's nice about it. She scoffed. Since when was Matilda nice about anything? Still, it may be her best bet. She reached into her pocket... And remembered that she didn't have them, and her cell phone was sealed away in her "mommy's" diaper bag, as babies didn't need to worry about such things. She hung her head and almost sobbed. That left two options. Running away, which would mean the bullies posting her pictures, and having to wait outside in a soggy diaper until they came back with her building keys anyway. The other was to squeeze the wetness out of the diaper and hope for the best, which was disgusting. She sighed, gagged and put a hand to her stomach as it turned in disgust, then walked toward the toilet. "You don't need to do that you know," a voice said. Rebecca gasped and turned toward the sound. The witch girl from earlier was standing in the bathroom, arms folded, giving a condescending smile and watching her. "How... how did you get in here?" Rebecca said as she reached to her onesie and tried to cover the soggy diaper. The girl walked toward her and brushed her hands away, and she was too shocked to fight. "I'm a witch silly. Here, let me see the damage. That's a good baby." Rebecca backed away again and tried to cover it. "No, don't, and I mean really how did you..." "And I told you to let me see and that I got in because I'm a witch. Now let me see that diaper, its far from the first soggy diaper on an adult baby I've seen." "No, get..." She was about to say "out," when the pacifier she had dropped earlier reappeared in her mouth and expanded so she couldn't speak. Her arms went up to her head on their own accord, and her onesie opened. "I told you I'm a witch, babykins. Its not a good idea to argue with witches, especially ones that might help you, soggy pants." She knelt down and examined her underwear. She ran a hand under it and pressed it, then giggled. "Yep, you really did a number on your diapers. That's quite the accident!" Rebecca finally managed to spit out the pacifier again. "How... how did you..." "Still not getting it? I'm a witch, and I'm here to help you." Rebecca's mind spun. This really couldn't be happening. The practical part of her mind told her magic didn't exist, and yet here she was. "Wait," she said. "I know you! I've seen you a few times. You're always winking at me! You were there when... when..." "When Matilda first noticed you were a diaper girl? Yes, I remember. I was also at that party just before you messed your diapers in front of half the school. And yes, I know that's what happened, I'm a witch. So?" "So..." Rebecca's mind spun. At first she thought there was a point, but it faded into fog. "So, what are you, uhh... going to do?" She smiled. "Good baby. Coming along nicely. You really are a clever little girl, you know that?" Rebecca blushed, hating herself for liking the complement. After all the embarrassing moments, it was nice to have something to be proud of. "I'm going to help you with your bully problem, babykins." "YOu are? Why?" "Why? Maybe I identify with you." She lifted up her skirt and Rebecca gasped as she saw a thick, white diaper. "Always a bit embarrassing. Sometimes it feels so childish." She snapped her finger, and the diaper turned into a printed one like Rebecca wore. "How did you...?" "I'm a witch, silly babykins. Still learning?" She snapped a finger, and Rebecca gasped as her witch costume turned into a Japanese style school girl dress, something Rebecca would have expected from cosplay. She gasped again when she realized her clothes had made the same change, and they were both in matching costumes. "I know its hard to learn, I myself can feel like such a dunce." She snapped a finger again, and her witch hat turned into a dunce cap. The witch laughed. "Getting it now, babykins? Or do you need one too?" "No no alright I get it!" Rebecca said as a dunce cap appeared on her head. "Good," She snapped her fingers, and her costume turned back into the witches' hat and dress, and Rebecca's returned to the baby onesie. Rebecca looked down to where the witch still held her skirt up to show her diaper, then she snapped her finger, and it became regular underwear. She let the skirt drop. "Of course, I have more control, so I don't actually need to wear them. I just wanted to see your face, and let you think you weren't alone for a second." Rebecca nodded. None of it made sense, but she decided to go along with what she saw. "OK, I believe you. What do you want from me?" "As I said babykins, I have a problem with bullies. Those three girls picking on you for a disability just isn't right in my books. So, I'm going to help you. First of all..." And sudden change in direction! What does the witch want? What will she do? Is Rebecca just too drunk or on drugs and this is all a hallucination? Find out next chapter! short updates I know- sorry! Next one will be longer I promise!

"Ok widdle baby, stand up." Rebecca obeyed, and stood with her shoulders slumped. "No whining now," Matilda said, put the pacifier in her mouth, and took her shirt off. She stood in front of the bully, naked except for a diaper, and suckling like a baby. "Arms up!" Matilda commanded. Rebecca obeyed, and found the onesie being pulled over her head. She worked her way around the blushing girl, buttoning the back flap of her onesie. "Good baby. Now sit on my lap." Rebecca sighed, and sat down. She felt Matilda's hands running through her hair, collecting it into bunches. She groaned a she realized what was happening. She felt the ribbons being tied on either side of her head, then felt pats on her bottom encouraging her to stand up. Finally, she handed Rebecca her teddy bear. The transformation was complete, and she was manhandled to face the mirror. Rather then seeing the intelligent, grown woman she liked to think of herself was, she saw an overgrown baby, hair in pigtails with giant bows, pacifier suckled in her pouting mouth, a childish onesie and thick, printed diaper clearly underneath, all over childish stockings. "Where... why did you even get this?" Matilda smiled in reply. She leaned in close to Rebecca, one hand on her shoulder, the other patting her diapered behind. "It was all online, honestly not too hard to find. We were going to use one from a costume store, but it just didn't feel... REAL enough. We wanted you to be the baby you are, not just a girl in a baby costume." Rebecca sighed. "Do I really have to do this?" "Mhmm, I planned our costumes together" she smiled. "It will be so cute! I really can't wait." A few hours later, Rebecca found herself once again waddling, being lead by the hand through the hallway, blushing even deeper then usual. To match her baby costume, Matilda was wearing a "50's mom" costume, with a yellow pattern skirt and apron, except that it was far shorter and skimpier then anyone from the era would ever have worn. The contrast was obvious. Sexy, mature Matilda, 'cute', childish Rebecca, a mommy and her baby, off to a party. In case it wasn't clear enough, Matilda even carried a diaper bag, with bottles filled with, powder, and spare diapers sticking out, left deliberately visible. For her part, Rebecca just had to hold her teddy bear, suckle her pacifier, and keep quiet until spoken to. Matilda had coached her on a few phrases to match her role, including asking for her teddy bear with grabby hands, begging 'wan buh buh,' or telling people she was "mommy's baby." Added to it, Matilda drank a cider from a can, while Rebecca's beer filled baby bottles might as well have been apple juice to anyone watching. Rebecca's stomach was twisted in a know of dread. She kept reminding herself that she was going to a costume party where no one would think anything of what she was wearing, but it was hard to convince herself. Matilda handed her a baby bottle full of beer to suckle, but it did little to add dignity or maturity to the ensemble. The hallways were filled with the sounds, sights, and smells of party. People in costumes staggered around, drinking beer and blasting music, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. She wished she could say she fit in with her own costume and beer, but she still saw the glances and giggles her way. Most women tried to dress as provocatively as possible- the exact opposite of what she was doing. Her thick diapers and lose onesie were the polar opposite of the tight shorts she saw. If she wanted to blend in, then the last reaction she should go for is "awww so cute," but that was all she was getting. A Harley Quinn burst out laughing and shouted "That's adorable!" and her Joker chuckled, a group of pop star look-alikes pointed and whispered among themselves. She didn't even look to see who shouted "Can I change her" from behind, getting a chorus of laughs. Matilda took her out the front door and into the cool night, where she could here parties from other dorms. "Where are we going?" she asked, mumbling through her pacifier. Matilda pated her hand. "Don't worry little one, just follow mommy and drink your bottle so your good and buzzed when we arrive." Rebecca sighed and drank. She would have rolled her eyes, but in her humiliated state taking even that slight kind of stand was beyond her. Her experiences always made her think of different school rules, even the legal system. A thousand types of punishments would only encourage rebellion, a tiny bit of embaressment took the edge right out. Being able to roll her eyes took a level of confidence and smugness she didn't have when dressed like an overgrown infant. "OH. MY. GOD. Is that her costume?!" The completely inane question come through the air in a high, lilting voice. In Rebecca's mind, something so stupid could only have come from... "Hi you guys!" Matilda said to her friends. Erica, Vanessa and Samantha were all smiling and gawking at her, and they hugged each other. The girls then turned their attention toward Rebecca, who blushed and hung her head. "Where did you even get that? Its SOOO CUTE!" Vanessa said. "Its so perfect for her! Suits her perfectly," Erica added. "Don't you think so baby girl? Rebecca nodded slowly, getting more laughter. A black van pulled up, which Rebecca reasoned was an uber. They got in, and the dark haired, bearded driver with an intense smell of cologne chuckled. "Cute costumes," he said. "You two a pair?" "Yep! She's my baby, and I'll be taking care of her tonight." "All right," he laughed and turned the wheel. Rebecca concentrated on her bottle. She didn't bother looking out the window, she really didn't have any way to change the result. She had been told they were going to a party, and she guess it was at another one of the frat houses around the campus Matilda and her friends liked to visit. A few minutes later, she was proven right when she got out of the uber in front of a large, three story stone house full of the sounds shouting and "Ghostbusters" blasting into the night. Uggh," she said as they approached. Another drunken party full of dumb frat boys and sorority girls fighting to get the other's attention with the one thing they had going for them. Girls making up for a lack of personality with a lack of clothing, guys using big muscles to compensate for small... "Hey! We're here!" Matilda screamed at the house, and someone responded with "Whoo!" from inside. They entered the house, and it was much as Rebecca expected. The building itself was old, with hard wood floors and walls. Years of college student abuse had taken its toll on them, and there were dents and marks everywhere, and most of the furniture was cheap and worn. The entire building was packed. Each room had a different group- one dancing, another laughing and playing a card game, another standing around chatting, a third relaxing on couches and smoking something that probably wasn't cigarettes. They worked their way through each room, Matilda waving and smiling and people who returned the friendliness, Rebecca trying to do the same at people who coo'd and awed at her costume. They walked into the kitchen. Bottles were laid on on a counter beside a keg, and people lined up to make drinks. "Hey Matilda!" a brown haired girl dressed as a cat said. "Nice costume..." as she saw Rebecca, she gasped and her hands went to her mouth. "Oh. My. God. You're soooo cute! Where did you get that costume!?" Rebecca hoped Matilda would answer, but instead she looked at Rebecca with an expecting smile. "Uhhhh... online costume store," she said finally. A few other's noticed and gathered around with gasps and coos. Rebecca blushed as a circle formed around them, each one gawking at the adorable "baby" and her mature, attractive looking "mommy." "That is such a cute idea!" the brunette said. "You two are such good friends to pull it off." Matilda laughed. "Yes of course! She's my bestie baby!" she smacked Rebecca on the bottom and pulled her in. A boy in a wig and maid's dress leaned over in his chair. He slurred his speech as he pointed at her onesie. "Is that a cu... an actual diaper?" he asked, pointing toward it. "It even looks like its printed." Matilda beamed toward him. "Yes, we searched everywhere and were going to go with these cheap store bought ones, but then we found the CUTEST adult diapers online. You want to show them sweetie?" Rebecca cringed inside but forced a smile. They had gone over the correct response here. "Yes, mommy," she said, eliciting more awws from the audience. She reached down and undid the bottom of her onesie. The reaction to her purple printed diapers was even worse. Rebecca smiled and nodded through dozens of comments as Matilda laughed triumphantly and patted her bottom. When they all settled down, Matilda filled Rebecca's baby bottles with beer and handed her one. She poured herself a mixed drink, then led Rebecca by the hand into a living room full of people in costumes sitting on couches. A few people noticed them and waved. "Well it seems our costumes are a hit babykins, good job" she took a gulp of her drink. "Keep up the work and we might even win." "I didn't know there was a competition," Rebecca said dryly. So that was part of her game. Get everyone gushing over her "adorable" costume, and eventually they'll both stand in front of the entire party as they vote on the costumes. "Yep! Keep playing your role well and we'll win too." Now, for the fun part," she pointed toward the far corner of the room. There sat a pair of boys in matching 'where's waldo" costumes, with sleeves cut short to show off bulging muscles.

Hi all, sorry about the long hiatus. Life, it happens to all of us. I honestly hope at least some of you find this chapter to be worth the wait. Chapter 4 “Yes, the Salon,” Kenzie replied, tapping his nose as she laid him onto the changing table and began to diaper him. “Honestly, Honey, Mommy really wants to lengthen your hair to style. Maybe darken the color a bit to match mine. Plus, you need your nails cut anyway, so they can deal with that so Mommy doesn't have to. I know what a squirmy baby you are.” To punctuate her point, she shook a plume of Baby powder over his crotch and began to rub it in with her hands, spreading it over his privates and butt and causing Chris to jump. She giggled at the glare he sent her. “You are so cute when you pout, Crystal,” she said, taping up the new diaper with a grin. Then, Chris noted with a hint of fear the devious glint in her eyes. “But I bet you'd be even cuter...if you giggled!” Suddenly he was under assault, the giant woman viciously blowing raspberries into his belly. He couldn't help himself, and soon was laughing up a storm. And with his new voice, it sounded even more childish. Once she allowed him to catch his breath, he was quickly dressed in a two-piece set of pajamas that were teal – not pink at least, he noted with a bit of relief – and bore gold lettering which declared 'I don't need Beauty Sleep...I'm already Gorgeous!' After being made to say 'Night-Night' to Jenny and Sarah, he was once again brought to the playpen in Kenzie's room, swaddled tight just like the previous night. His stuffed pony was laid next to him, and his mouth was quickly filled with the bulb of a pacifier as Kenzie kissed his head. A baby monitor was switched on and placed on her nightstand and the room became engulfed in darkness as she left him alone. Raising a brow, he managed to wriggle enough to get a look at the clock. 7:30 pm was the digital time which flashed out, and Chris grimaced. He hadn't been aware it was still so early. He supposed he should have expected it. After all, the crazed young lady was totally convinced he was a baby, and babies went to bed early. Turning his eyes toward the ceiling, he did the only thing he could and waited until his eyes had adjusted before beginning to scour the tiles for any patterns he might be able to see. After he passed out, he awoke sometime around midnight, the feeling of being hoisted into the air snapping him out of dreamland and back into his waking nightmare. He was thrown over Kenzie's shoulder and his mommy began to rub and pat his back. “What's going on?” he asked, before his stomach gurgled and he began to fill the back of his diaper. Now he was growing concerned. That time there was next to no warning. “Mama's just giving you some nummies. Doctor's orders, remember Sweetie? Dr. Nemeth said to feed you as often as I can.” With that, she began guiding his head to her nipple. Already, Chris was opening his mouth, but the warm, smelly squish in his diaper forced him to try and reject the liquid meal. “No! I just pooped, I need a change!” he whined, getting only an amused smile from Kenzie. “Mommy will change you after you eat, Sweet Pea,” she insisted, and immediately thrust his mouth onto her nipple. Her charge had enough mind to let out an indignant grunt before the milk-haze set in. “Thaaaaaat's it, Honey Pie,” Kenzie whispered. “See, you're ok. Babies poop their diapers. Sometimes they have to sit in it for a while. It's perfectly normal.” Her cell phone broke the soft whispers, and she quickly answered to the voice of Ashley. “Hey, I take it you're up feeding Crystal?” “Yeah. And I assume you're giving Lizzie a night-time feed. What did the Doctor say?” “Basically same as you. Breastfeed only, as often as possible.” Kenzie nodded, leaning herself and her Little back in her bed so she was propped against the headboard. “I figured as much. How's Lizzie taking the news?” Back at her own house, Ashley looked to the Little in her arms, feeling the girl's diaper grow warm and swell as the nursing Little suckled. She was looking past the breast and glaring up at Ashley, but the Amazon could see the Little's eyes beginning to droop. The new mommy smiled a bit at that. “She's adjusting,” she replied, patting Elizabeth's wet butt. She heard her daughter give one last infantile whine before the trance set in. “Anyway, you doing anything tomorrow? Cause you could come over here and we can have a playdate for the girls.” Kenzie smiled, rubbing Chris' back and crinkling her nose at the stench from her daughter's dirty diaper. “I think that can be arranged,” she said. “But it'll have to be earlier in the day. We're taking the girls to the salon tomorrow afternoon. Crystal needs a baby-makeover before she meets the family.” “Ooooh, sounds fun!” Ashley replied. “I can't wait to see her.” Both mothers noticed their Littles begin to squirm a bit. “Hang on,” they both said into their phones at once, hoisting their babies up and onto their shoulders. As they patted and rubbed the Littles' backs, both smiled at hearing the tiny belches of the others' daughter through the phones. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x As Chris was carried through the doorway of Ashley's home, he quickly began searching for Elizabeth. He would have called out to her but for the large pacifier shoved in his mouth. Thankfully there was little in the way of coos and coddling by the Amazons before he was plopped down on the floor in front of Elizabeth, who was looking more than a bit uncomfortable in her baby bouncer. The thing was electric by the look of it and was slowly rocking in an almost wave-like pattern. Based on Elizabeth's slightly green complexion, she was clearly getting a tad motion-sick. The pacifier was plucked from his mouth and Kenzie kissed his forehead. “You two play nice,” Ashley declared, she and Kenzie sauntering off to the kitchen. “How you holding up?” Chris asked, his voice still the high squeak of toddler girl. He had been given his inhalant first thing that morning, meaning he was well on his way to being permanently stuck with the voice of a two-year-old. “If you don't wanna be thrown-up on, I suggest you not stand in front of me...” Elizabeth groaned. “It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so bloated. My 'Mommy' has me on a feeding schedule of every three hours.” She spat the word Mommy with such venom that had either of the Amazon girls heard, he was sure Liz would be sporting a bright red bottom already. “Same,” Chris grunted, holding his stomach. “Until she starts going back to school at least. I may not be able to hold it for more than a second, but apparently the fact that I know I'm going to use the diaper at all beforehand is something she's trying to 'fix.” Chris shuddered at the thought. It was bad enough that he was already essentially incontinent after just a couple days, but to render him ignorant of his own urinating and bowel movements until after-the-fact...well, it wasn't a pleasant thought. A sudden stench reached his nose, and Elizabeth's face turned from green to red, seeing that he had smelled her. “Don't. Say. Anything!” she whispered harshly. Chris put his hands up defensively. “Wasn't going to,” he replied, but taking a step back all the same. “We literally pooped in front of each other just yesterday.” He heard the soft thumps of footsteps before his floral skirt was pulled up and the waistband of his diaper pulled back. “Not mine,” Kenzie announced in a sing-song voice, looking over her shoulder towards Ashley. “Want me to change Lizzie?” Ashley smiled and thanked Kenzie, going to get her changing supplies. Elizabeth however looked displeased. Chris could relate. It was bad enough to have a 'Mommy' wiping your butt and private parts. Neither of them liked the thought that literally any Amazon could change their diapers and the two Littles had absolutely no say. “P-U, smelly girl,” Kenzie said, taking Liz from the bouncer, patting her mess-filled behind a few times, firmly. Elizabeth was squirming now at the sensation of her wet, mushy poop being squished and spread against her crotch and butt even more. “And I thought Crystal was a little stink bomb.” Ashley returned, passing the changing supplies to the kneeling Kenzie. Not really wanting to watch the girl be embarrassingly cleaned, Chris chose to turn away from the scene. Unfortunately, having turned in the direction of the bouncer, it was somehow apparent to Ashley that he wanted a turn in it, and the young mother was more than happy to oblige. Chris quickly found himself lifted by the armpits and in mere seconds was plopped down into the seat, before being securely strapped in. A flick of a switch and the rolling wave-like motion began. Once again, he was facing Elizabeth, whose ankles were firmly held together and pulled into the air by Kenzie, her poop-covered rear-end on full display, among other things. Blushing profusely, Chris's eyes darted to the ceiling. Liz, likewise embarrassed for herself, covered her red face and teary eyes in her hands, breathing deeply to try and stave off a full on wail. The attention of all but the occupied Kenzie was quickly turned to the opening door of the house, as well as the Amazon couple entering with an infant carrier. “Knock, Knock!” The woman declared cheerfully, ignoring the panicked squeal of Elizabeth. Chris noticed however. This new arrival was clearly not popular with the babied woman, and one look into the infant carrier her husband carried made it clear why. While he hadn't known him prior to the trip, Chris could definitely recognize Jake strapped inside it. And if that was Liz's boyfriend, that made this Ashley's sister. Emmy, he thought he remembered her saying. Likely short for Emily. “Hiiii, Kenzie,” Emmy greeted, eyes darting mischievously between her younger sister and her friend. “Heeeeey, Emmy,” Kenzie replied in kind, handing the now clean and diapered Liz back to Ashley. Elizabeth looked fearfully into the carrier holding Jake, and Chris took note that the young man was barely awake, his eyes fluttering and a bit of drool running down his chin. Kenzie then turned and gave a little wave to what could only be Emmy's husband. “How's it going, Tony? Keeping this one in check?” “Ha!” The man exclaimed. “Good one. I learned early on that the secret to a good marriage is she does what she wants, and I stand back and watch the catastrophe.” “Ha Ha,” snarked Emmy with a playful smile and a roll of her eyes, unstrapping the little from his carrier. “The feeling is mutual, Sweetheart. Sorry to interrupt your playdate, but Mom wanted to see little Jake after we had his work done.” A bit more awake now after being laid down on the floor, Jake struggled to move, but found he couldn't get off his back. What little movement he could get from his legs were some occasional weak twitches and kicks. As all the eyes were on him, Emmy leaned in close, cooing to the little she had forcibly adopted. “How 'bout it, Honey Pie? Any of your little swears you wanna throw at Mommy or Daddy.” Whatever Jake was expecting to come from his own mouth, the gurgling and babble of an infant was not it. Nor was it helped that he had no teeth in his mouth. Elizabeth had to shove her thumb in her own mouth to keep from screaming outright. But as Jake came to the realization that his ability to speak had somehow been taken from him, he and his girlfriend began to wail in tandem. Though Jake's wailing sounded way to close to the cries of an actual baby for Chris's liking. Jake was quickly silenced with a pacifier and hefted over Emmy's shoulder so she could comfort him. “Jake here wasn't too happy about Mommy and Daddy taking his walking away...no he wasn't” Emmy explained. “He threw a giant tantrum, kicking and biting, and he said some very adult words. So Mommy and Daddy decided to fix that too. Now our Jake is just as a Little should be, aside from needing a mild attitude adjustment.” “Cartoon time?” Kenzie asked, but Emmy groaned at the thought. “Mind-wiping hypnosis? I'm not cruel, Kenz,” she replied. “Littles won't learn anything if we scrub their brains. No, I think lots of love, plenty of meaningful punishments when needed, and good positive reinforcement during their milk hazes is just what they need.” “Reinforcement during the hazes? What?” Chris thought, eyes narrowing as Kenzie smiled and nodded. “Same,” his Mommy said. “A few soft praises during feedings goes a long way.” “Wait, what?” Chris now thought back to anything he could recall about his feeding, but they were mostly blank. “So, is this some sort of passive hypnosis? What sort of things does she whisper in my ear while I'm sucking on her tit? How long until I can't even think of her name as anything but 'Mommy?' How long until I can't think of myself as male anymore?” He was broken from his musing as Emmy lifted him from the bouncer. “Hello, Cutie Pie. Looks like you got what you needed anyway, huh?” she said with a sly smile at him, before turning back to Kenzie. “Good choice making him into a her, by the way. I probably wouldn't have thought of it, but she's just such a cutie as a girl.” As the two Amazon Mommies began discussing the story of how Chris had become Crystal, the aforementioned Little was getting extremely uncomfortable. Emmy was cradling him rather close, his cheek pressed against her left breast. A breast that was almost bigger than Ashley's, and undoubtedly filled with milk. The thought made his mouth begin to salivate, and he whined, breaking the conversation. “I think she's getting hungry,” Emmy announced. “Is she on the same diet as Lizzie?” “Mmmhmm,” Kenzie replied, taking her Little and beginning to lift her shirt, revealing the nursing bra underneath. “I might start doing that with Jake,” Emmy continued. “I was planning on letting him keep eating pureed baby food, but only a couple days in and my breasts are sore, and full-to-bursting. But my Little boy fills up so quickly, and the last thing I want to do is forcibly overfeed him and make him sick.” “Well, if you wanna take Lizzie, Sis, it's time for her feeding too,” Ashley chimed in, offering up the trembling Little to her sister. As Chris latched onto Kenzie's breast, the last thing he saw before the milk haze took over was a very pale, squirming Elizabeth being handed off to her very grateful-looking Auntie. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x When Chris finally came to, he moaned, finding himself back in the baby bouncer, his diaper very wet and very messy. He looked to the couch to see Emmy laying across it, completely topless. Jake on one tit, Liz on the other. He noticed just at the edges of the leg holes of Elizabeth's disheveled diaper, her skin had a faint red tint. Likely she had thrown a fit over having to feed from yet another Amazon's breasts and got rather soundly spanked for it. Emmy gave him a very satisfied smile. “Don't worry, sweetheart. Mommy and Auntie Ash are just upstairs in your Auntie's room, and it's still about two hours before your salon appointment.” Chris didn't honestly want to know just what they were doing in there. Tilting her head back to look over the couch to the kitchen and her husband, Emmy called to him. “Hon, would you mind changing Crystal? I'd do it myself, but you know...arms full.” Chris paled. It was one thing to be changed by Mommy. Another thing to be changed by another Amazon. It was an entirely worse thing than that to him, the idea of his butt and private parts being cleaned and touched by another man. Rising, Tony replied in the affirmative. He didn't dare fight back against the inevitable, but Chris still tried to shrink away back into the bouncer chair as the Amazon man approached, carrying Kenzie's diaper bag. “Come here, Princess,” Tony said softly, unhooking Chris from the bouncer and depositing him onto a changing pad he had laid out on the floor upon entering the living room. Chris squeaked as his floral skirt was merely slipped off, leaving him in just a shirt and poopy diaper in front of these generally new people. Before he knew it, his diaper was pulled open, exposing his privates to the cooler air. The Little did everything possible not to squirm too much. The last thing he wanted was for this couple to be the ones to dole out a punishment. It was not easy though, as Tony was being quite thorough with that cold wipe. As the final puff of baby powder was applied and massaged all over his crotch, the Little let out a relieved sigh. New diaper taped up, Tony slipped his skirt back on. Over on the couch, Emmy smiled again. “Don't forget to thank Uncle Tony now, Sweetheart,” she said softly, easing Jake off her right nipple and with one hand slipped him onto the couch nestled between her legs. She let Liz continue to suckle for a few moments before switching her to the side previously occupied by Jake, urging the girl to finish what her 'cousin' hadn't eaten. “Thank you, Uncle Tony,” Chris stammered. Tony just smiled down at him. “Any time, Princess.” With a yelp, Chris was quickly lifted by his armpits, and just as quickly placed inside a playpen in the corner of the living room. As Tony began to walk away with the balled-up soiled diaper, Chris stood. The pen was massive. If he stretched his arms toward the ceiling, his fingers would just barely brush over the top. Frowning with a sigh, Chris plopped down on his diapered butt. There were a few stuffed toys, and a few noise-making toys. They could have at least put something for him to draw with in the playpen. Now the room was silent, apart from the suckling of Liz, and the sound of Tony patting Jake's back, trying to draw a belch from the Little. Deciding to not even bother fighting the ensuing boredom, Chris merely threw himself back onto the stuffed animals and closed his eyes. Even if he couldn't sleep, maybe feigning it would keep the Amazons off his back for a little bit. As he listened to the sounds of the room, he heard a few burps from Jake, and Emmy was now trying to do the same to Liz. And having suckled far more milk than Jake, Elizabeth's gas bubbled up far quicker and far more explosively than his. At the sounds of Emmy getting up from the couch, Chris had to force himself to keep his eyes closed. He went rigid though as the Amazon laid her adopted niece down uncomfortable close to him, draping her arm over him in a bid to have the girls 'hug.' Unfortunately, despite being a 'Little,' Liz was a fully grown adult woman. And the fact she wasn't allowed to wear a bra meant her boobs were now thoroughly squished against his body. Cracking one eye open discretely, he noticed hers were squeezed tightly shut, and she was blushing so red she looked like a tomato. Apparently she had come out of her milk haze very fast, and was following his lead in pretending to sleep now. And she was definitely as uncomfortable about this situation as he was. Sure, her boyfriend was practically no more than an infant bodily now, but he was still of sound mind, and he was currently in the room. Sure enough, the two heard Jake see them as he began to squawk and babble furiously. “Oh hush, Honey Pie,” Emmy chided, shoving Jake's pacifier into his mouth and securing it in place before turning to her husband who was still holding their Little. “Come on, we'll let them sleep. I'll make us some lunch.” Once the couple had moved into the kitchen, Chris and Liz cracked their eyes open slightly to look at each other. “I'm so sorry,” Chris whispered, practically only mouthing his words he was so quiet. The girl couldn't speak for a moment, only sniffling in response, before asking the question Chris had asked himself a hundred times in the last two days. “How are we going to get out of this?” Chris wanted to give the young woman an answer. He really did. But at the moment, he could not see any hope for their situation.