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So, one of the many things I love about the Diaper Dimension universe that's been built up over the years is the ability to do some world building. Our own world is so complex that there are numerous ways that one can write about all the differences between our dimension and theirs. I've always thought of the DD being an alternative place to our own with more influences coming from the Greek and Roman world (based on the notion of the original Amazon tribe- think Wonder Woman, if you want). So, as such, some things are the same, but others are different in name or in their entirety. For instance, this story technically takes place in their version of Indiana. This chapter goes to a nearby theme park known as Queens Island. If you are not aware, this is based on Kings Island where there is a smaller version of the Eiffel Tower and an area called 'Planet Snoopy.' I try to give a few hints with the connections to our own world, but I know these things can sometimes get lost in the mix. For example, Koechlin Tower in Lutetia, Gaule is based on an alternative design of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. Or, that Woodstock from the Peanuts, was named after the music festival, but in this story, he's known as Wallkill, because that was an alternative location for the music festival at one point. I'm sure you'll find lots of other examples here (sorry, no alternative to blue ice cream), but I just want you all to be aware going in. Needless to say, my DD guide will soon be updated with some of the world building that I've done with this story. Regardless, hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 13: Dat Was So Fun! The next day, after a chaotic and sleepy morning, which was then followed by a long and boring car ride, we finally could see the top of the Koechlin Tower in the distance above some of the trees lining the road. Everyone knew that the one in Lutetia in Gaule was three times the size, but in an area that was mostly flat and surrounded by trees barely 50 feet tall, it was still an impressive monument. Once parked, Willy was unbuckled from his car seat and his diaper bag and Kent’s camera bag were slung over Kent’s broad shoulders. Willy then took both Kent’s and Molly’s hands and walked up to the main gate of security, practically skipping with excitement as he did so. For my part, I had been fitted with a canvas strap type of harness for the day, which could then be slung over one’s shoulder or used with two straps that could be placed on one’s back or front. Currently, waiting in line for security and to scan our tickets, I was positioned on the front of Willy’s chest. It was a marvelous view of everything and everyone around us, and after a quick check by the security full-body scanner and a beep of the machine registering our tickets, we made it into the park. One long pool of water with an array of fountains stretched before us and was only interrupted by the short fence and beautiful flowers with a large sign proclaiming “Queens Island.” The Koechlin Tower lay beyond and stretched toward the sky as an impressive display of beauty. Willy made an effort to crane his head to see the top, but only kept squinting. “Maybe later, buddy,” Kent said, noticing Willy’s fixed gaze. “I think first you need these.” He then handed Willy a large pair of red sunglasses which matched nicely with his red striped T-shirt. “Perfect! Now, I think we should head on over to a certain… Planet Sniffy.” Willy then started giggling and bouncing around excitedly as he placed the sunglasses on. “I think that’s one definite yes. What do you think Mols?” Molly had been intently looking at the map that she had found as we entered. Her nose had been pressed in its folds and she almost seemed to be preparing for battle with the level of scrutiny she was giving it. “Huh? Oh, sorry dear. Uh, yes, absolutely. Planet Sniffy.” She then noticed Willy’s extreme bouncing. “I think someone’s going to like it there, huh Willy?” “Oh yeah!” He then hesitated for a moment and timidly asked, “Nothin’ too scawy, wigh?” “Right, champ. One step at a time and we’ll see how you’re feeling after,” Kent noted as Molly retrieved one of the park strollers from nearby. Willy only nodded for a moment and entered the stroller before all of us suddenly turned to our left when we heard a distant scream. It turned out to just be one of the riders from one of the massive rollercoasters in the distance, but I could still tell that everyone was on edge from yesterday. It still bothered me about what the plan was exactly that Officer Mendez and Molly had discussed, but my fears were soon pushed aside when we entered Planet Sniffy. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but what appeared to be about over a quarter of the park was solely dedicated to the young, be it a child Big or Little. Seeing the vast array of amusements and theming dedicated to the Li’l Folks comic strip and franchise was truly inspiring. It had started years ago simply with a boy, Calvin Brown, and his dog, Sniffy in the weekly comic strip. It had a certain innocent appeal to it, and many had loved it now for decades. Sensing Willy’s apprehension over some of the more imposing rides as he fidgeted about in the stroller, Molly selected the first ride for him, a simple looped train ride, called ‘Sniffy’s Junction.’ “Alright, come on buddy,” Kent said. “I’m not the biggest ride junkie like Molly here, so I’m going to take advantage where I can. We’ll sit together while Mols waits for us.” Willy only nodded slowly. Molly then unbuckled Willy from the stroller and Kent took his hand, while I was still strapped onto his front. “Bye, you two! Have fun!” Molly called as we entered the relatively short line. Being a weekday still, the crowds in the park weren’t too bad at this hour. Finally, entering the small red and yellow locomotive, Kent sat in the rear seat while Willy and I sat in the front seat under the small covering near the smokestack. “All aboard!” the main speaker blared. The train then lurched forward, and our little car took off. “We’re moving, buddy! You’re a natural-born conductor,” Kent praised. “Danks, Ken’,” Willy beamed back. “We pickin’ up speed. Hold on!” Willy was soon completely enthralled in the ride and even began making chugging noises to simulate the moving train from what he had seen on TV. As we turned another corner, Kent crouched forward eagerly. “Look, Willy. There’s Molly!” He pointed to a distant Molly near the railing of part of the track. She seemed distracted for a moment by something in the distance as if she was watching out for something, but quickly turned around and took a few photos of us as we passed with Kent’s borrowed camera. Molly called out to us and waved, and naturally, we waved back as we turned another corner. Two more corners, and sadly, the ride was over. That being said, Willy was ecstatic. “Ooh, ooh! Can we go ‘gain, Ken’! Pwease?” Willy pleaded as we met Molly back at the entrance. “Hmmm… maybe later, but there’s lots of other rides here as well. Probably like them even more,” Kent observed. “Yeah, Willy… you think you may be up for something a little more intense?” Molly prodded. “Intense?” Kent asked, suddenly seeming more nervous. “Relax, Kent. Just a water ride.” Molly looked at her husband with an innocent and yet devious stare. Kent’s eyes grew wide with fear. “You don’t mean…?” “Yes.” Molly then turned back to Willy. “What do you think, sweetie? You up for a log ride?” Not really having much context for what was in store, Willy only nodded slowly. Molly grinned widely and dragged both him and Kent to the next attraction. I could only internally groan over the prospect of a water ride. Not that I couldn’t get wet, but being wet wasn’t the most appealing for someone made of fluff. Passing under the sign, marked as “Paddle for Your Life, Calvin Brown,” I gulped in fear at the sight before us and seeing Kent, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had gulped in fear as well. Before us and beyond the still small line, was a log flume ride, boasting a hill over 70 feet tall. For his part though, Willy just grinned at the splashing water all around us and tried to reach out and catch some of the dripping water nearby while we waited in line. Soon, however, it was our turn to get on. Kent went first and was propped up against the back. Molly followed and Willy was last, my body re-strapped to his front for safe keeping. I knew I could get wet, but being the first one on a log flume ride was never usually the wisest of decisions. With another lurch though, we pushed forward into the waterway, around a corner, and then up a steep inclined moving belt. There was no turning back now. The monotonous clicks of the old wet ride thudded in my ears. I wanted to shut my eyes until it was over, but being a stuffy, I knew that it wasn’t a possibility I could entertain with so many cameras and observers around us. So, passing through a rickety old shack at the top, complete with skull and crossbones sign on the side, I braced for what could have been our drop. It turned out to just be a tiny one and some water splashed onto my ears and Willy’s face and arms. “Ah! Molly. I goh’ wet,” Willy said, shaking one arm off of some small droplets that had collected. “That’s the point, honey,” Molly heartily confessed. “It’s super fun. You’ll see.” I could then feel her shift behind us. “How you doin’ back there, baby? Still with us?” “I’m… fine. Just be glad when we’re on solid ground again,” Kent’s voice wavered from the back. ‘Same, Kent. Same.’ We turned one corner and then another. Our speed was increasing. I could feel my anxiety build and Willy’s heartbeat rise. Four more turns jostled us about and I just prayed my straps holding me to Willy would hold tight. One small hill and a turned corner later, we were back on the ground. I felt safe, but the ride kept strangely going at a high speed. ‘That’s odd… maybe just a long…’ Then I saw it. One more belted ramp to the to the final dreaded 70-foot drop. ‘Crud.’ “Wait! I thought we were done!” Kent yelled out from the rear; panicking like me. “Just one more!” Molly yelled out, a small chuckle seeming to echo out as well. “You’ll be fine. I swear!” She and Willy both laughed at the prospect of one more hill. For only his second ride, Willy seemed to be turning into a thrill junkie far more than I ever would. The clicking then resumed. The speakers blared with something I thought could only be safety instructions. If they mattered to me though, I couldn’t do a thing about them. Finally, we neared the top, and I could just see Koechlin Tower in the distance. It was so peaceful, but the log we were in began to tip forward. “Here we go!” Molly excitedly yelled. “Oh… shi…!” I heard from the back of the boat. Kent wasn’t able to finish. Our log plummeted steeply down the long incline and splashed at the bottom. A fountain of seemingly dyed water sprayed up immediately and covered each of us quite thoroughly. “I’m aw wet, Mowwy!” Willy said somewhat happily as we passed under the Finish Line sign above. He even let out a few surprising giggles. “Me too, baby, but wasn’t that fun?” Molly asked. Willy paused only for a moment to think. “Yeah! Dat was so fun!” Willy exclaimed. Kent just sighed in his position at the back of the log over Willy’s slow conversion to being more of a daredevil like Molly obviously was. The log soon docked, and we all stepped out and looked around for the next activity. Getting more soaked than I felt they were anticipating and wanting Willy to choose the next ride, Molly and Kent let him wander around for a bit while they pushed the empty stroller. His face soon lit up as he saw one ride called ‘Li’l Folks 500.’ Molly and Kent could only smile happily at Willy’s enthusiasm. Today’s distraction over everything else seemed to be working perfectly. ‘Was that the plan Officer Mendez had suggested?’ It didn’t seem likely. After standing in line with us, Molly and Kent went out of the exit as we got situated into one of the bright yellow cars. A single lap belt spanned across our waists and the attendant couldn’t help but ‘aww’ over the sight of us together. Then, with a sudden jerk forward, the sputtering sports car zoomed forward and followed a single curvy path. “Right! Right, Willy!” I yelled, confident that the noisy motor would cover up my shouting. “Whoopsy! Sowwy, Tus’,” Willy apologized as he course-corrected to align more perfectly as we went up and over a bridge. As we neared one of the fences at the exit of the ride, I saw both Molly and Kent waving giddily at us. “Smile, champ!” Kent called out, snapping a few shots with the camera draped around his neck that he obviously pulled back out from the bag he had stored alongside Willy’s diaper bag in the stroller earlier. Willy smiled with extreme vigor and for a moment from his distraction, I thought we would nearly bounce off the track as we hit the guiding line in the middle of the track. “Careful, baby. Eyes back on the road, Willy!” I heard Molly direct from nearby, suddenly turning her attention away from something else and then back to Willy and her husband. Kent looked a bit mortified as he believed that his instruction had almost caused the defenseless Little into an accident. Little did he know but the ride’s track was all self-guided, and while the driver could make some minor adjustments, they could not get into any type of real accident. Still, for those not in the know, it was a good illusion and source of fun. At last, we passed under the bridge we had driven over previously and then parked at the exit of the ride. As we got out, Willy briefly passed his hand over the vehicle as if he was petting an old familiar pet. I briefly wondered if this was the type of car he had driven back on his own world, but the attendant only pushed us forward and out of the way of other riders. Molly and Kent eagerly greeted us at the exit and Willy popped back into the stroller, situating me comfortably on his lap as we began to wander around once more. Molly and Kent then stopped to one side of the path and got in front of the stroller. “Okay,” Molly started, “I think one last ride before we get some food. Sound good everyone?” Kent and Willy both nodded. “Okay… I’m thinking we should do one more thrill ride at least before food. Best not take a chance with all that, right?” “Agreed. You two should choose something fun. Maybe Wallkill Express?” Kent suggested. “Ooh! That’s a good idea, babe.” Molly then turned back to Willy in the stroller. “What do you say? Wanna do an actual honest to goodness rollercoaster?” Willy’s eyes widened considerably, but after a moment, only nodded his head up and down as fast as he could. Molly giggled and we all walked over to the blue-painted coaster, themed after Sniffy’s bird friend, Wallkill. Sadly, I couldn’t ride such an extreme coaster, but Kent decided to keep me company instead, holding me casually against his stomach. “Don’t worry, buddy. Tusk and I will be okay. We’ll be waiting right here for you all once the ride is over.” I could see Willy’s hesitation over leaving me, but after some gentle coaxing by Molly, Willy soon relented and disappeared into the queue for the massive wooden rollercoaster before us. To be honest, upon seeing the twisted timbers of the ride, I was almost glad I wasn’t riding it. The blue monstrosity lumbered and creaked about as each chain of cars rolled past at frightening speeds. It had been tested dozens of times for sure, but each moan the wood gave out was another call of uncertainty in those of us with timid minds. In truth though, the whole ride lasted only a few minutes, the hills were a little under the height of the one we all had just dropped while in an unstrapped log flume, and the speed was less than what we took to drive here this morning. Still, the sheer sight of the wood coaster made me weak in the knees. “Amazing, those two, Tusk. Simply amazing.” I knew that Kent didn’t believe I was alive, but I was still shocked when he began to talk to me as he gazed up at the whizzing chains of cars going by. “I can’t even imagine what you two have been through… just heartbreaking really. And then there’s Mols… you know, like today, she’s usually fearless.” He then looked distant for a second. ‘Probably just needed to get this off his chest. After all, I’ve been told that I’m a pretty good listener…’ “I think that changed with you all though. I can be tough, but she’s resistant to everything bad coming her way. I wish she would do something safer, but I can’t stop the hero buried within her. I love her dearly for that protective streak. Now, though, she seems more vulnerable. I think that’s because of Willy. She really cares for him, you know. Just with this plan and all happening today. I can’t help but…” “Hey, babe!” Molly called out, exiting the ride’s exit while holding onto Willy’s hand. ‘Rats! So close to hearing about that blasted plan!’ Kent shook off his pondering thoughts and stared at a wind-blown and widely grinning Molly and Willy, now returning from their feat of bravery. “Hey you two! Have fun?” “Oh, wots an’ wots! You shoulda been dere, Ken’! Dat was so fun!” Willy said excitedly. Kent immediately looked green. “Ermm… that’s okay. I’ll leave those types of rides to you all. Besides, someone needed to keep Tusk safe and sound.” Kent then handed me back to Willy, who then proceeded to hug me tightly. “Dank you, Ken’!” “You’re welcome, buddy,” Kent said, ruffling Willy’s already tousled up hair a bit. “Awesome,” Molly interjected. “Now, let’s go grab some grub. I don’t know about you all, but I’m starving.” Willy and Kent only rapidly nodded their heads in agreement. “Perfect! How about Planet Sniffy Grill?” “Sounds perfect,” Kent agreed. Molly smiled but then suddenly got very close to Willy to guide him in a different direction as we started walking toward the grill. ‘Must be those cop instincts with guiding an innocent or something…’ We all continued walking along the steadily growing crowded streets until we came to a large window-side service. It was all very typical fast-food options, and after a little wobbling back and forth, each of them was soon left with a nice greasy and steaming-hot meal. Kent got a burger, Molly chowed down her hot dog, and Willy began to much greedily on his chicken tenders. Normally, the smell would have been overwhelming to my trunk, but it all actually smelled pretty good about now. After the last crumb and speck of honey mustard was wiped away and thrown in the garbage, everyone agreed that rides would have to wait until later. There was a ‘if at all’ vibe I got from the end of the conversation, but Willy was so taken in by everything that he didn’t seem to notice it. “Ooh. What about this one, Mols?” Kent said, pointing to an odd squirting game to our left, called ‘Smelly Feet.’ “I know someone who could probably use a bath about now, huh, Mr. Stinky?” Molly and Kent giggled but Willy just kept looking at the funny feet and people in bathtubs on the other side of the squirters, oblivious to the fact they were talking about him. “Alright, Mr. Stinky. Let’s do this together,” Molly said, hoisting the still-mesmerized Willy up on the single stool while crouching behind him. My harness had been reattached to his front after lunch and I could see the ridiculous layout and the two targets we had to aim for to win. Kent sat down next to us and readied his gun, while another family sat a few seats over. Willy looked over and glared at the freckle-faced redheaded Little to our left. I could see the pure determination out of the corner of my eyes on both of their faces. ‘This should be interesting…’ “Alright,” the announcer spoke into the microphone, “on your marks, get set, go!” Beep! A single beep went off overhead while the announcer brought his raised hand down and Molly and Willy pressed the button as fast as they could. “Lowuh, Mowwy! Lowuh!” Willy cried. Their spurt was missing the target by a good inch or so. “Go! Go! Go, Mommy! We winnin’!” the other Little cried out, triumphant for now over our own two teams. “Sorry, baby. Here!” She then jolted upward and her years on the police force allowed her to adjust her aim perfectly and hit the target square on. Soon, the head of our guy in the bathtub began to rise faster than the others. The previously cocky Little to our left soon began to panic and in doing so, began to miss the target entirely. “No!” he cried, as our head neared the top. “Almost… almost…” Kent said, concentrating on his own squirter. Due to the panicking of the Little to our left, it was now a dead heat between Kent and our team. Bzzz! “Winner!” the announcer cried out, pointing to our team. “To the mommy and her Little with the elephant!” “Uh… n… no… j… just caretaker,” Molly said hesitantly in a hushed tone. If I could have seen her face, from her voice alone, I imagined she was beat red for having been mistaken as Willy’s mommy. “Oh, sorry about that ma’am,” the announcer said, blushing himself, and then setting the microphone down to his side. “Hope no harm done, but there’s a prize to be awarded. What’ll you have?” Willy, Molly, and I gazed above, too distracted to notice the angry Little to our left storm off in a huff. “What do you think, baby?” Molly then asked. “Hmmm… oh!” Willy then whispered quietly to Molly, and I couldn’t help but smile at the cute interaction between the two. Molly smiled warmly. “That’s a wonderful idea.” She then looked back at the waiting announcer in front of us. “We’ll take the fuzzy blue hat. There!” Molly pointed to a top hat of sorts that looked like it had been made from the fur of a neon blue polka dotted beast of some kind. “Here,” she said, taking the odd hat from the announcer, “you do it, honey.” Willy grinned and spun around on his stool to face Kent. Molly quickly positioned herself out of the way and back behind Willy. “Ken’, I wan’ you ta haff dis.” He extended his tiny arm out and handed Kent the strange looking hat. “For me?” Kent asked, taking the hat gently. “Yes. Mowwy an’ I dink you da bess evuh. We wan’ you ta have dis as a dank you.” Kent blushed and suddenly became a little flustered. “Awe, well… wow. That’s so nice of you two.” He looked at the hat like it was his most prized trophy now, despite its unique exterior. He then grinned widely and after putting the hat on, posed elegantly for us. “How do I look?” he asked, lowering his voice to get a hint of machismo model energy about him. “Wonderful, dear. Simply breathtaking…” Molly said, trying to stifle her laugh after turning her attention back to us after a moment of oddly looking at something to the right. ‘Is she seeing something again?’ “I wike it wots. You shoul’ weaw ih’ mo’, Ken’!” Willy said unironically before I could think further on what Molly had been looking at. Molly and Kent both just smiled, and Willy took off to his hopeful next destination, which just happened to be next to ‘Smelly Feet.’ After a slight beg and whimper from Willy, he got his wish… face painting. First though, Willy made sure to keep in line with his previously noted nickname, Mr. Stinky, as his face suddenly scrunched up. “Oops. I know that face anywhere,” Molly said, now seeing the Little squat a little after hopping off the stool. “I’ll get the diaper bag,” Kent said, shuffling around the bottom of the stroller to fetch the required items. After a moment, Willy began to walk over to the face painting station as if nothing had happened. From his perspective, it was just another odd moment followed by an odd feeling in his diaper and nothing more. “Wets… hey!” Molly was too quick for the now stinky Little and we all waded inside a nearby restroom while Kent waited patiently outside. Practicing her craft with great speed and efficiency, Willy barely cared or noticed the change taking place on one of the folded down changing tables inside. Soon, she was done and after being handed back to Kent outside, fresh smelling and all, Molly went back inside to use the restroom herself. As the time passed on later after a quick face paint and checking out one of the stores, Molly decided she wanted to go to the top of the Koechlin Tower. Kent hesitated greatly but agreed after a threatening growl that came from Willy at its base when we were by the single elevator to the top. “Growl!” “Oh my!” Kent cried, faltering a bit, as he overdramatized his fear of the now-painted Little. “What a frightening tiger you make there, buddy.” “Das wigh’, Ken’ I’m fe… fewocious. My cwaws will geh’ you if you don’ do wah Mowwy says…” “Alright, alright. I surrender,” Kent said, holding up his arms and getting in the elevator. Everyone already inside the steel box just smiled at the antics between the two. The door closed and the elevator then shuddered upward. I could feel and see the ground quickly leave us. Now, only curved steel would hold so high in the sky. Despite his jokes, I could still see Kent cross one set of fingers and continuously watch as the numbers at the top flashed and then stopped, before an announcement came on overhead. “Top floor!” the computer-generated voice said. We all then clambered out and the stiff breeze that had come in during the afternoon could be felt as the tower swayed slightly back and forth. I was just glad that I was still firmly attached to Willy. “Isn’t this exciting, Willy? We’re so high up!” Molly exclaimed, peering over the edge after a minute, Willy right by her side, mesmerized at what he was seeing. “So high… you can see youw townhouse, wigh?” Willy asked innocently. Molly laughed. “I don’t think we’re that high, baby. Still pretty high though, right Kent?” Molly asked, turning around to see a trembling Kent practically hugging the core of the tower behind us. “That’s… right… very high!” he shouted back, suddenly gripping one of the inner handrails as a breeze shook the tower slightly once more. Molly and Willy both giggled at the sight before them. After a moment of going around the whole tower, however, Willy let out a yawn. Despite his trepidation over heights, Kent still looked knowingly at an equally knowing Molly. Both knew the time was getting later and that someone could use a nap about now. On the way down back to our stroller, I was still so proud of Willy for lasting this long with such an exciting and yet exhaustive day, even as he began to nod off into Kent’s legs. Kent just smiled, doubly so when the elevator finally reached the bottom. Further, by the time Willy was placed back in the stroller, the Little lost the battle and immediately passed out. He was oblivious to everything going on around the stroller and only just cuddled me closer to his chest. Giving each other a knowing look, Kent and Molly then headed toward the exit. In a matter of minutes, the stroller had been deposited back, final pictures of our adventures on the rides today were paid for and collected, and finally, we all exited the park. A still sleeping Willy was wrapped up tightly around Molly as Kent carried his camera bag and the diaper bag out toward the car. After the park was no longer in our rearview mirror, I heard the two begin to speak up about Willy. Nothing major at first, but my ears soon perked up from my vantage on Willy’s lap in the car seat, still cradled tightly in one of his arms. “Did it work?” Kent asked. “Yes… almost too well,” Molly said solemnly. “Saw a few lurking around today.” “Close by?” a nervous Kent asked, still trying hard to keep his voice down. ‘What were they talking about? Who was lurking around?’ I hated not being in the know. “Yes,” Molly answered glumly. “The plan worked by drawing them out and confirming our suspicions… but they were definitely there today…” “Wow… good thing I’ve got you. Barely noticed my shoelace being untied half the day,” Kent joked, obviously trying to diffuse the tension. “Still… darn shame all this had to happen to Willy, huh?” “Yeah… he’s so wonderful, babe. I just get so caught up in all his little ways when he’s around. In fact, I…” Molly said wistfully but then suddenly stopped. She looked away after as if she was embarrassed by her previous feelings of longing for Willy. “You’re thinking about that announcer, aren’t you?” Kent asked seriously. Molly nodded sadly. “Well, tell you what… how about adoption? When we get home, I mean?” ‘What? Adoption? Could it be? Was it too soon? What about Emil… errr… Mommy and Daddy?’ My head buzzed with a thousand questions. “Woah… slow down there, partner. One step at a time,” Molly cautioned. “I would love it. Truly, but… the court case has to come first. Besides, there’s still Emily and Robert in the picture.” “You really think those two degenera…” Kent yelled, before stopping after a stern look from Molly. “Right, right. You’re right. We have to think of Willy and those two first… even if…” Molly flashed another look. “Fine, fine. Doesn’t hurt to dream though, right?” I smiled, but the day was catching up with me as well. My longer nights awake on watch duty and today’s excitement was a bit too much for my systems to take. I needed my own rest, and I could feel my eyes begin to shut as I snuggled into a still contented Little. I knew the next few days would be challenging, but Molly and Kent were proving to be the good people I had long hoped for with Willy to have in his life. Mommy and Daddy were still in the picture and the trial was yet to come, but as sleep soon overtook me, I knew that I couldn’t do anything about it. For now, I could just sleep peacefully with my happy and sound Little on our way back home. For the moment, life was still good.

Sorry for the wait, some of the new ideas will come in after this chapter. The influence of extra time, good comments, and a new ideas have paid off, it’s going to get interesting for Kaleb and his teenage Amazon caregivers. For those worried about Kaleb’s well being, I’ll try to take care of him. Or if I don’t, I’ll at least try to find a nice Amazon who will. Thanks for reading! ….. 11 Things weren’t looking so good for team ‘Clean Diaper’. Beckie pressed her bigger body against his back, effectively pinning Kaleb facedown on the bed. Her giant boobs bounced with every thrust of her hips, and the ride was getting rougher by the minute. The Amazon was grinding herself into him at a feverish pace, while Kaleb was stuck underneath, gasping for air, and clawing at the sheets. He tried to get away, he tried to pull himself free from her wondrous gyrations, but their bodies were pressed too tightly together. There was sweating and grunting, and Kaleb struggled against every sensation, as if all five senses were at war with his willpower. He focused on keeping his mind out of the gutter; which was a difficult task, since his thoughts were the only things he had under control. His penis? Not so much. That guy had a mind of its own, and the traitor was trying steer his ship into dark waters. The impromptu dry humping tutorial was making his own body mutiny. The crotch-side of the diaper was delightfully slick against him. Thirsty inner padding wrapped around his manhood, giving him a nice, warm hug. The helpless feeling of being trapped triggered his inner masochist. There were lovely smells; a mix of baby fresh and aerosol candy filling his lungs as irresistible pleasure burned hot between his legs. “There we go, baby. There we go, nice and easy. Feel the rhythm inside of you — let out your inner Little. He wants to play!” Beckie kept encouraging him like he had a choice in the matter. “Once you like your diapies, you won’t feel so bad having to wear them. Once you love your diapies, you’ll never want to go back to big boy pants again. This is so good for your growth. Acceptance is the best remedy for Maturosis.” Yeah, Kaleb didn’t believe that bit either. He didn’t say anything about it, even if her hand no longer covered his mouth. Arguing was pointless, and he doing all he could to breathe. Beckie managed to crush the air out of him with every pelvic push. He felt like he was an accordion, and this fast paced song was called the ‘crinkle diaper polka’. Kaleb did everything he could not to give in and release a ‘sticky’ diaper. Don’t give in. Don’t give in. He was practically begging himself not to orgasm. His mind fought the urging from his body, as the passion commanded him to just ‘let go’. His insides screamed out orders in the name of pleasure, but he kept them at bay, his inner thoughts were his only ally — for now. If Maturosis lived beyond the confines of the textbook, then the goings on in his brain was his worse enemy. It just kept going. The hardness. The slickness. The delightful friction into the soft padding. Just as he had about given up, and decided that making a sticky diaper wasn’t the end of the world, something surprising happened. A good surprising, rather than the usual bad variety. The faux wood door to his room burst open with such force that it rattled the walls, and Layla came in like a tempest trapped in a soda can. Her bright eyes were locked on a small device with a screen. “Stop it, you little pervert!” Layla shouted as the door flew open. “You’re throwing off the…” His stepsister trailed off as soon as she saw what was happening on the bed. Both the Amazon and Betweener transformed into a pair of statues, which didn’t help matters, because there was no denying their wrong-doing even if they remained perfectly still. “What the hell, Beckie?” Layla screeched at maximum volume. “Are you trying to bang my little brother?” That got Beckie off his back, and fast. The Amazon mumbled some kind of explanation as she stumbled onto the floor, leaving them both panting and unsatisfied. Kaleb took full advantage of the brief window of freedom. He scrambled off the bed and into the corner furthest away from his attacker, taking the package of wet wipes with him for self defense. If any one of the two Amazons tried to grab him, they were going to get a 2 pound brick of wet wipe thrown in their face. Maybe the baby powder would have been a better weapon. He could puff the stuff into their eyes or squeeze out a milky white smoke screen, but the powder canister was still far away on the bed next to Beckie. The short haired Amazon scratched at her eyebrow as she tried to come up with a good excuse for her actions. Kaleb could tell that she was nervous, and rightfully so, Layla looked ready to toss her friend out the window. “Um..” muttered Beckie, “it’s not what it looks like.” “I sure hope it isn’t!” Layla countered. “His alarms were going crazy, the heat signatures detected by the padding combined with the Beta-alphas…” Beckie squealed, “Did the computer say he was having a good time?” Kaleb died inside. He’d done so half a dozen times already this weekend, but the taste of death was bitter on the tongue every time. “You should know better than to derail the Cushioning test,” Layla reprimanded her friend. “This is a school project, remember? How are we supposed to document his reactions if you force him to cream himself?” “It was just a bit of fun.” Beckie tried to shrug away the guilt she felt. “Science is serious business,” continued Layla. “So is our homework, we’re not supposed to confuse work and play. Plus... Ewww! He’s my little bro.” “It isn’t at all like that,” Beckie placated his stepsis with both palms raised. “He was curious about how to.. ‘get off’. I thought it was worth teaching him something about himself — if he really has Maturosis, he’s got to be curious. You were just curious, weren’t you, Kay?” Kaleb caught hopeful eyes from both Bigs, they made him feel smaller in his own room. He assured them, “I am 100%, totally not curious.” “He’s trying to hide it,” giggled Beckie. “But that epic blush tells you everything you need to know. He’s diaper curious, it’s a classic defense from those suffering Maturosis. They like the diapers, but they insist that they don’t. The charade is all so silly, isn’t it?” “Liar!” Kaleb cried out from his corner, he armed the pack of wet wipes to send forth like a missile. “Chill pill, Little bro. Now one of you is not telling the truth. The good news is that I have a way to find out who’s lying.” Layla pressed some buttons on the touch screen of her hand held. “Kay-Kay, I just turned on the wave readers to see inside your Tweener head.” Immediately, Kaleb didn’t like where this was going. Layla brushed a rebellious strand of blonde hair from her forehead. She exhaled a long sigh, then cradled the hand held screen like a soothsayers’ crystal ball. “So tell the truth,” his stepsister said softly. “Did you ask Beckie how to ‘get off’ in your diaper?” “No!” he shouted his answer. “Of course not!” Layla shook her head and tugged at her lip with her mouth. “Then why does my computer say that you’re lying?” Knowing that she had won, Beckie gave him a little cocky grin. What? When did he ask how Littles got off in their diapers? Kaleb grimaced, he closed his eyes to try to find out when he lied, or did he forget or something? No, he wasn’t lying. The machine was lying. But machines never lied, unless they were programmed to lie. This was all too much, coming too fast, coming too hot. The room was stifling. Maybe the wave readers were lying? Maybe it was all an Amazon trick. He searched the last few minutes as best as he could, coming away with a mental blank spot pre-diapering. Was he losing his mind? Was Maturosis turning his brain into Swiss cheese? No. No. No. “See? I’m not wrong,” Beckie raised an eyebrow. “Curious is as curious does. You should’ve heard him asking all of his precious questions. He wants to know all about himself, and I was just helping him come to grips with his condition.” Kaleb went to defend himself. “It’s… That’s… Ugh!” “Try to be a little less ‘hands-on’ next time,” Layla said to Beckie. “I thought he was jacking off in his diaper. I was about to get the mittens.” “Oh, come on!” Kaleb complained from the corner he crawled into. “You know I’d never do that, right?” Kaleb glanced from one Amazon to another, hoping for them to see reason, but he didn’t know why he even kept trying. If they didn’t believe him before, why should they believe him now? “My mom called,” Layla said. “Beckie and I are going to need to have a grown-up conversation in the living room.” “What about?” asked Kaleb, cross-legged in the corner. “Grown-up conversation,” repeated Layla, who side-eyed him hard. “You need to stay in here until you get yourself under control.” “I am under control,” Kaleb snapped back. “Beckie is the one that’s out of control.” Layla held up the screen that revealed his diaper’s innermost secrets. “I’m talking about this ‘boner boy’.” Kaleb started, “I don’t have a— “ Then he stopped talking as he re-evaluated himself. As it stood, it looked like the boner patrol caught one. He was certainly still… yeah. Aroused would be the right word. The baby oiled mutiny inside his diaper remained out of control. Red faced and ashamed, he covered the front of the diaper with the purple pack of wipes. The padding of the level two DP was thick, but not thick enough to hide his semi-erection. His throat felt raw and the air felt like a giant stone with jagged edge. He swallowed his pride and forgot whatever words he was going to say. “It’s a perfectly natural reaction,” explained Beckie. “It happens to Little boys all of the time, especially after bath time and a fresh change.” Her happy face made him hate his situation even more. She loved what she was doing to him, and Beckie would have sealed the deal if Layla hadn’t barged in like her hair was on fire. “Don’t worry about it, Kay-Kay.” Layla recognized the opportunity to get some more barbs in. She might as well pile on, he’d been humiliating himself all weekend. “Maybe we can pour some cold water down there, but that would just set off your wetness sensor instead of your arousal sensor. Just the Little problems, am I right?” “There’s nothing little about it,” purred Beckie as she batted her eyes at him. Layla frowned at her friend. “Beckie… gross.” “Sorry… I’m just… I dunno.” Beckie didn’t appear phased by Layla’s reaction, her inner ‘sponge’ was sopping wet and dripping on the inside. “He’s just so cute! I can’t stop thinking about him and his widdle teddy bear diapers. Just look at him over there, he needs a warm bottle and a nap. He might just wake up wet! Then he’ll need a change and a new outfit, then maybe we can take him to the park or something. I can’t wait!” Layla paused. “Uh, Beckie?” “Yeah,” Beckie beamed back. “Are you okay?” “I’m super,” answered Beckie. “I mean, I’m excited about the homework.” “I think you both need a time out. Some separation is in order, for the good of everyone.” His stepsister evaluated them both with her eagle eyes, then she pointed at him. “Kay-Kay, you’re in timeout. Stay in your room until I tell you can leave. Get a shirt on… if you can’t figure it out, you can call on me for help — not Beckie. She’s in timeout, too.” Kaleb tried to argue, “I can dress my…” “Maturosis affects your ability to dress yourself,” interrupted Layla. “Like it or not, you’re going to have to play by its rules. Also, no pants. I don’t want you to hide any more accidents, you can get a bad rash that way.” “I don’t have accidents,” said Kaleb, who was stone faced and tired. “And I can dress myself just fine.” “It’s okay to have accidents, Kay.” Beckie spoke rapidly as if her thoughts had a time limit. “I can change your diaper if you have an accident. Pee-pee, poo-poo, whatever is inside your diaper, I can take care of with love and care and devotion.” “Alright,” said Layla. “That’s enough baby time for you.” Layla firmly grabbed her rambling friend by the shoulders, turning Beckie towards the door to the hall, and guiding her to the living room. When Beckie was out of sight, Layla glared at him from the doorway one last time before she slammed the door shut, leaving him alone for the first time all day. What was that all about? Jeez, this was so crazy. He combed through his feathery hair with his fingers. It felt downy and soft from Beckie’s shampooing. He had to admit that it did feel nice. Now that it was calm, his bedroom felt weird again. All quiet and alone, the ceiling fan wasn’t moving, and the sunlight seemed stale in the baby smelling air. Like this place was once ‘his’, but not really not ‘his’ anymore. The feeling came from something more than the diaper changing station that sat on his bed. Even non-Little related things seemed off and different. The posters on the wall felt like they didn’t belong, same with the computer and desk where he played games, same with the books he never read and the clean and organized closet his stepmom did the night before. Then there were the diaper changing supplies, those were harder to deny. He fought hard against the reality of the moment. Like, did this really happen just now? The evidence was everywhere. The wipes were still in his hand, the changing mat on the bed, the baby powder in the air and all over his crotch, the discarded pink towel a wet heap on the carpet. This was a murder scene — but who exactly got killed? His dignity. His dignity died right there on the bed, face down and diaper-ass up. The forced diapering and the bum-humping Big did the dirty deed. Kaleb might as well get the chalk and outline the gentle impression of his body on the bed sheets. Okay. Time to move forward. He rubbed his palms together. Shirt. Shirt. Moving forward would help get his mind off things, he was sure of it. Kaleb went to the dresser, grabbed one of his many black shirts, and threw it on over his head. The familiar clothing felt normal and natural, unlike the pull-ups, monkey pajamas, and the diaper that he tried not to think about. The teddy bear diaper rustled as he moved, he didn’t have to fully waddle with each step, it was more a half waddle kind of thing. Thick plastic padding separated the thighs, the waistband flared at his belly, and the heavier padded backside slightly drooped from his bottom. Maybe he could cover the DP by pulling down his shirt? No dice. He pulled down the bottom of his shirt, but it barely covered where the taps went across his waist. The baby blue teddy bears were there for all to see, even the big smiling one on his butt would be fully visible. It was all so embarrassing, and there was also a dash of hopelessness, too. — A wonderful mix for his psyche. Kaleb had to cover up this diaper, for sanity’s sake. Maybe he ‘could borrow’ one of Layla’s night gowns to cover up the teddy bear printed Detector-protector. Kaleb shook his head. Of all the bad ideas, that quick thought was one of his worsts, and would send the wrong message to the Bigs in the house. Amazons were notorious for turning regular Little boys into baby girls. It felt so hopeless… Think positive, Kay. Positive. Positive. The good news was that he could still manage to dress himself. He examined his black shirt; it was on correctly, a rare win on this kind of day. Celebrating the small victories felt kinda stupid, but Kaleb actually worried about not being able to do the simple things: like putting on his own clothes — as well as making it to the toilet on time. Which he was 0 for 1 right now. There was always the next bathroom break, he’d get it right the next time. Right? Riiight? So why was he so down on himself? The problem was that everything that sounded ridiculous was coming into fruition. Kaleb had to remind himself that Maturosis was only a made-up concept from pages of Layla’s stupid textbook. Layla and Beckie hadn’t fully convinced him that it was real; however, the big M-word certainly felt more alive than it did before this morning. Kaleb could feel it growing in the recess of his mind, ready to gobble up the rest of his maturity at a moment’s notice. He was about to settle onto his bed, and wait for his stepsister to give him parole, when booming voices brought him out of his thoughts. “This isn’t working like you said!” Beckie yelled. “Because you’re not doing what I said,” corrected Layla, just as loud and just as fierce. It sounded as if Beckie and Layla were having an intense ‘conversation’. He could hear the two Amazons arguing in the living room, their angry words enough to hammer through the thin walls of his cheap house. Suddenly, Kaleb had an idea. A better idea than wearing one of his sister’s dresses to cover his diaper. A much better one. Eavesdropping was bad. His mom always used to tell him that. She said that when you eavesdrop, you heard things that you shouldn’t hear. However, she also was the main drive of putting Kaleb in the Little programs at school. So screw mom’s advice. Kaleb hurried on his tip toes to the edge of the room, maybe he could hear better if he pressed his ear against the wall. He couldn’t miss this golden opportunity: a chance to hear what they really had to say, to peer through opposite side of their Kay-Kay filter and learn some hard truths. Amazons lied when they spoke face to face, it was in their DNA just as much as Littles liked to wet their pants. Any chance to pierce the veil was rare, and he’d long stopped caring whether or not eavesdropping was rude — it had been that kind of morning. His stepsister was the louder of the two, he could recognize her extra-condescending voice from a mile away. “This isn’t part of the plan! We are a team, remember? You need to tone it down before we’re all caught up like Charlotte.” “I’m following the plan!” Beckie screamed back. “It’s not my fault that it’s falling apart. You’re the one who enlisted your dumb mom. You run ‘point’ on everything, and now that it’s getting rough you’re wanting to blame someone else. I don’t buy that!” “Then you shouldn’t have signed up for babysitting duty,” snarked Layla. “It’s not the baby that’s the problem,” argued Beckie, her voice was harsh and words came out sharp. “It’s little Miss Downfall, little Miss Perfect Plan, little Miss Suck-up. All you do is plot and plot, scheme and scheme. How do I know you’re not plotting against me? Or did you plot against Charlotte?” Judging by the following silence, Beckie seemed to have struck a nerve. Layla was called out, and by a friend no less. And what had happened to Charlotte? Beckie seemed pretty upset about the missing cheerleader. Kaleb cupped his hand around his ear, turning up the volume of the next room. “This isn’t a game anymore,” said Beckie. “I don’t feel like I can trust you.” “Don’t be so paranoid,” his stepsister huffed. “Someone might think you have Maturosis.” Beckie replied sarcastically, “I wonder who would give them that idea?” Kaleb knew from personal experience that his stepsister would be the perfect one to lead that charge. There was another poignant pause as the two Amazons gathered themselves. For a moment, Kaleb thought they were done talking; their voices were getting softer, making it harder to eavesdrop. He pressed switched ears and pressed his cheek flush against the wall. “Speaking of trust,” started Layla. “Why did you do it?” “Do what?” replied Beckie. Layla asked, “Why did you let Callie out?” “You want to blame that on me?” Beckie said with a laugh. “That’s rich coming from the likes of you. I have no clue who let her out. You seem to think that it was your brother, but I’m pretty sure it was your mom. Maybe Callie got out on her own, since your house doesn’t have any safe playpens.” “You never were the thinker of our bunch,” grumbled Layla. “You know, Charlotte warned me about you,” snapped Beckie, she didn’t sound sticky sweet like her candy perfume. “Charlotte said to watch out when I’m around you, because you’re so two-faced and sneaky. But from from the sounds of it, it’s your mom she should’ve worried about. An empathy center? That’s crazy. This homework assignment has gone too far, we should stop the experiment and go home. Judging by the results, it’s just a matter of time until Kay is in diapers, let’s not be the ones to stick out our necks.” Layla would have none of that idea. “No, no! It has to happen this weekend. No way I’m aborting the Cushioning when we’re already passed the halfway point. My little brother has been able to dodge reality for far too long. I figured that he was just stupid and immature, but his Beta-Alphas tell the real story. The textbook has spoken: Kaleb HAS Maturosis, and he needs our help. Besides, I thought you were all about Kay-Kay in diapers, you’ve been running your mouth about it all weekend.” “I was, and I still am,” answered Beckie, “but there’s a right way to take care of him.” Layla scoffed, “And the right way is to climb on top of him and show him how to get off?” “It was only a little lesson,” argued Beckie. His stepsister laughed. “Is that what they call it?” “As I was saying…” continued Beckie, ignoring the obvious jab. “If we do this wrong, he might drop too many social emotional levels. I love the idea of a toddler Kay, not a fully ‘babified’ Little. I want to see his smile, I want some of that playful personality, I want him to be him. We will lose him if we don’t do this the right way.” “That still doesn’t explain your behavior,” snapped Layla. “What do you want to hear, Layla? I just can’t help myself around him, alright? He’s too cute. You don’t see Kay the way I do, which is okay. You wanted him taken down a notch. I want him taken care of — I want him like he is — I want him happy. He needs to be content with Maturosis.” “I shouldn’t have to remind you that we don’t get to decide these things,” said Layla. “Only Maturosis decides where his plateaus will be, not us. It’s a degenerative condition, not an opportunity to play house. Do you get what’s happening to him? Do you?” Layla’s voice was so firm it hammered into his heart, Kaleb was sure it did the same to Beckie. He held his breath in his room, unmoving, frozen solid from trepidation. As Layla laid it out for her friend, and unknowingly, for her hiding stepbrother. “The regression shows up first in his childish interests. Playing games, being irresponsible, not keeping up with his peer group. We’ve long since passed that point — now it will wreak havoc on his limited understandings. There will be childish emotional outbursts and toddler-like temper tantrums. He will need our help with the simplest of things, because the simplest of things will only overwhelm him.” “I can help him,” offered Beckie. “Just tell me what to do.” “You can listen for once,” Layla cautioned her friend. “The Cushioning test is designed to measure his descent, but it’s also designed to prepare him for his future. How has he reacted so far? With anxiety. With anger. With self-denial. Kaleb will be so frustrated and frightened when it all goes down, and he’s not going to take this well. Look, his toilet training is already starting to go, and he’s already curious about his diapers, it’s only a matter of time until he has a messy one.” “I don’t mind messy diapers,” interrupted Beckie. “The point is,” Layla continued, undeterred. “Kay-Kay won’t be able to properly dress or eat, or potty, you name it. His interests will change, so will his desires. He’ll need bibs, and bottles, baths, naps, and diaper changes. He needs someone to take care of him, not someone to make out with. When he gets worse, and he will get worse, he’s going to need more and more from a caregiver. Are you prepared for that?” “I’d like to think that I am,” replied Beckie, self-assured. “I think we have to make him more aware of his condition. There are fun sides to being a Little. It’s not the end of the world.” “I wholeheartedly agree,” said Layla. “I don’t think it’ll take much longer for him to come to some hard truths, honestly. Kay-Kay thinks Maturosis is just something we made up. That everyone is lying, and the world is all against him, but it’s really Kay-Kay just lying to himself — classic textbook typical Little persecution complex. Lies have a way of catching up to people who deny reality, and then the truth will hit like a truck. We need to be the ones to be there when it does; we need to be the ones to take care of him as he regresses further.” “You’re right,” agreed Beckie. “We need to see this all the way through. Just do something about your psycho mom. I want to change diapers, not wear them.” “I’ll get ahold of my mom,” offered Layla. “Maybe make her tone it down a bit.” “I’d appreciate that,” Beckie said to Layla. “Is it just me, or has Kay been awfully quiet?” “Let me check,” Layla said softly. “It looks like his arousal meters have gone back to baseline. I’ll go get him and make some lunch. I hope he’s not using this privacy break as a chance to mess his pants.” “I call first wipe if he’s stinky,” quipped Beckie. Both girls giggled. Kaleb couldn’t stand to listen to the rest. He was too busy shaking in a fetal position on the floor. Maybe the truth was too much for him to handle. That’s why he was clutching at the carpet, fighting the tears in his eyes. Maturosis was a ‘unkillable’ monster. A beast that lurked within without him even noticing until it was too late. Or Maturosis was a mythical monster, one that only exists for sake of believers, sycophants, the typical Amazon types. Something that didn’t exist outside of their ideologies and textbooks. But which was it? Before this weekend, Maturosis totally belonged to the latter; but after that short bit of eavesdropping, Kaleb wasn’t sure about anything. It was like the rug had been ripped away from his world — and anything was possible. Even mythical monsters. In hindsight, lies that came face to face were much better than the bitter truth. Truth sucks, but was it his truth? More questions than answers came from his ear to the wall. He hated to admit it, but Layla brought up good points. Like logical thinking. Not typical textbook BS, or her usual meanness; she sounded like she actually cared. Who was the bad guy in all of this? Who was the one being unreasonable? Him? Her? No answer pleased him. If Maturosis was real, and he was suffering from this ‘condition’, there had to be evidence. The proof would be in the pudding; hopefully, pudding in a dessert bowl and not in the back of his diaper. He had to keep an eye out for more said ‘evidence’. He had to swallow more than his pride. He had to see things from his stepsister’s perspective. But what if Layla was just really good at lying? Dang, his stepsister was brilliant at spinning her web. So much so that Kaleb was actually starting to believe her. If he was sick with Maturosis, then her textbook was the only way out of this tunnel. Kaleb rolled onto his back and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his bare legs in a warm hug. He folded in half, becoming a ball of a baby boy, diaper crinkling and all. The baby powder smell was everywhere, the baby feel of the soft padding cradled him as he rolled from side to side. His mind raced from all the possibilities. His mom was finally right about one thing: The problem with eavesdropping is you might hear something that you shouldn’t hear.

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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I'm a hoarder, this is a small corner of my room with some of my nappies. I like to keep my cleaning supplies close by for when I change.

Olivia is told Landon will be staying the night ad worries that she is losing Dan. Once her husband goes to work Olivia decides that maybe she can prove her worth by helping out with the chores... --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on Patreon. For $10 you can see everything early AND 47 full length stories that can only be found on my Patreon page! The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my patrons and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my Patreon ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “So… how did she react!?” Little_Princess messaged Landon as soon as the latter came online. “You should’ve seen her face!” Landon replied and then added several laughing emojis. “And Dan was OK with it?” Little_Princess asked. “Yeah, he looked surprised as well but he didn’t do or say anything.” Landon replied, “In fact, I feel confident moving on to the next phase ahead of schedule. When I put that sippy cup down in front of Olivia I expected one or both of them to put up a fuss, to freak out… maybe even kick me out. But they both just sat there. I swear, they are both begging for a real woman in that house.” “Just be careful.” Little_Princess advised, “Don’t go too fast and get yourself hurt or I’ll come over and spank you!” “I think you’ll find spankings are MY job.” Landon chuckled as she typed, “So why don’t you come over here, lower that diaper and bend over the bed!” “Yeth, Mommy…” Little_Princess replied a few seconds later with a veritable wall of blushing emotes. --- Olivia looked at Dan as she tried to process what he was saying. She had tried to raise her concerns with him bout Landon but every single time he had dismissed them. Now he seemed to be taking things a step further and Olivia wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with that. She was sat on the floor, her hair in pigtails and a thick diaper taped around her waist. Recently she had been spending more time in diapers than usual, it almost felt like even her regressed side was regressing. “Olivia? Are you alright?” Dan asked from the couch. “Huh?” Olivia responded dumbly. “When I come home from work this evening I’ll be with Landon…” Dan said slowly and patiently, “She’s going to be staying the night in the spare bedroom.” “Why?” Olivia asked. It seemed a fair question. Landon didn’t live too far away and it seemed like it would be easy enough for her to travel to and from home. It was a Friday and normally Olivia and Dan would have a date night, even if it meant just cuddling up and watching a film together. It didn’t feel like that would be happening that week. “She’s going to help with some things on Saturday.” Dan said, “It doesn’t make sense for her to travel back and forth does it?” “I guess…” Olivia answered slowly. “Good girl.” Dan said with a smile. Despite Olivia’s misgivings she found herself flushing with pleasure at Dan’s praise. As Dan left to finish getting ready for work Olivia sighed. She felt annoyed but it was mostly directed at herself for being so easily pacified. She stayed in place in the living room as she listened to her husband getting his things and then, after bidding her a quick farewell, he left for work. Olivia was left alone and she soon sunk into her regressed Livy state and played with her toys whilst forgetting all her problems. Around an hour or so later she dropped the two little dolls she was holding and sighed. Try as she might she couldn’t stop worrying about the situation. “I know!” Olivia suddenly said to Hootie next to her, “I’ll tidy up for Daddy!” Not being able to do much housework was one of Olivia’s biggest insecurities and it seemed like one of the things she could do to help out. She crinkled to her feet as she looked around. What she needed was something small to get the ball rolling and to keep her concentration, the second thing being something she struggled with a lot. Olivia wandered through to the kitchen and saw the sink full of dishes. Easy, she thought, I’ll do the washing up. With her legs forcing her into a slight waddle she went over to the sink and turned on the faucets. Once the water was running hot she grabbed the soap and started washing. It wasn’t long until she found her mind wanting to drift to other things. All of a sudden she wanted to play with her toys, watch cartoons, have a nap… “No!” Olivia said forcefully as she screwed up her eyes in concentration, “Finish this first.” Olivia finished drying the plate she had been holding and placed it to the side. She smiled as she picked up a glass and started scrubbing it with a sponge, she felt proud that she was really doing it. It was such a small thing and it felt almost silly to proud of something so simple but she was sure Dan would appreciate the effort. Her mind drifted to Dan and Landon. She couldn’t help worrying there was more going on there that neither wanted to admit to. She replayed the sippy cup scene in her head and then thought about Landon staying the night. Suddenly there was a loud crash of glass smashing on the floor. “Ah!” Olivia screamed as she jumped backwards. In front of Olivia the remnants of a now shattered glass spread out mixed with the soapy water it once contained. Olivia swore and reached over to turn the water off and then sunk down on to her padded butt. She was frustrated at herself for allowing distractions to worm their way into her head. Even something that simple was beyond her. “I should really clean that up…” Olivia said as she sighed. Suddenly it felt like more than Olivia could handle. As she looked at the water dripping off the side of the counter on to the glass she relaxed her body and felt a flush of warmth entering her diaper. She reached down with her hands and pushed the padding close to her body, the spreading heat made her sigh and relax more than any medication had ever done. Once Olivia had finished wetting her diaper she stood up and decided she could leave the mess on the kitchen floor to clean up later. It was too much to try and do now so she waddled her way back into the living room. Maybe there was something else she could do and as she stood in the doorway with her diaper hanging low between her legs she thought she saw an opportunity. “I could rearrange the living room…” Olivia thought as she tapped her chin with her finger, “Dan’s been wanting to spruce the place up a bit.” Without a second thought Olivia walked inside and started imagining how the room could otherwise look. After a few seconds she waddled forwards and started moving things. The first step was to take everything off the table and unplug everything, once she had done that Olivia was already panting a little from the physical exertion. Olivia pulled the couch away from the wall and then tried to work out how to get it to the other side of the room, as she pushed it from behind she accidentally tipped over the table. She stopped and walked around again, this was more complicated than Olivia had thought. She tried to drag the table away from the centre of the room when it got caught on something. She pulled harder and harder until there was a crack and the table come free. “Oops…” Olivia said as she pulled the table to the doorway only to see that she had snapped one of the wooden legs. Olivia pouted and sighed sadly. Yet again she had tried to help only to make things worse. She couldn’t face the scene of her failure and almost ran up the stairs to the master bedroom to hide. She felt completely frazzled by her distracted efforts and knew she had only made things worse. She dived under the covers of her bed as she cursed her brain. Before she knew it she was asleep. “What in the world!?” Olivia’s eyes sprung open when she heard Dan’s voice from downstairs. She sat up whilst still under the cover and then scrambled to find an edge. The sun had sunk low outside and it took Olivia a moment to remember her attempts at helping with the chores earlier. She jumped out of bed and tip-toed out on to the landing like a child afraid that their wrong-doing had been discovered. Without thinking, she was about to go downstairs whilst still dressed as a baby, it was only when she heard Landon’s voice that she remembered. Running back to the bedroom Olivia quickly got undressed and looked down at her diaper. She sighed, she wanted nothing more than to stay in diapers because they were so relaxing but she knew she couldn’t, not with Landon here. She pulled on the tapes and let the wet padding drop to the floor. She was about to pull out a pair of her adult panties when she stopped herself. “I guess I could…” Olivia muttered quietly before going back across to the closet with all her infantile things. Olivia reached to the back of the closet and pushed the packet of diapers to the side. In the corner, almost forgotten, was a half-full packet of pull-ups. They were much thinner and less absorbent than the full diapers but they still had that padded feeling that Olivia loved, the feeling of padding rubbing against her skin. “Olivia?” Dan’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs. In a rush Olivia stepped into the pull-up and lifted it until it was snug around her waist. She then got one of her light dresses that she often wore around the home and pulled it over her head. She paused just long enough to make sure the pull-up was hidden before leaving the bedroom. When Olivia stood at the top of the stairs and looked down she saw Dan with his hands on his hips, he didn’t look too happy. “What happened here?” Dan asked as Olivia made her way down. “I… I was trying to help.” Olivia said quietly. “Help?” Dan put one of his hands up to his forehead, “Sweetie, you’ve created such a mess…” “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Landon appeared from the kitchen, “I’ll tidy up before putting dinner on.” “You really shouldn’t have to…” Dan started. “I’m happy to help out.” Landon replied with a smile. Yet again Olivia was left feeling completely inadequate next to Landon. No doubt she would be able to clean up everything Olivia had messed up in minutes. Olivia remembered that her former work colleague knew of her little side and she hated that she wasn’t doing anything to disabuse her of that knowledge. She must seem so small and helpless to Landon. Olivia spent most of the next few hours cringing. Landon cleaned up the glass that was scattered all over the floor and then did the washing up with Dan drying. Then they went through to the living room and put the room back together. Landon was even able to do temporary repairs to the table by taping the leg back together. Every time Olivia tried to help Landon would tell her she didn’t need any help and that she should just relax. It meant Olivia sort of hovered in the background whilst Dan and Landon cleaned up her messes. Landon cooked dinner that evening and, just like before, she presented Olivia with her drink in a sippy cup. No one said anything and Olivia didn’t want to make a big deal of it so she just quietly drank her juice. After dinner all three of the people in the house went through to the living room. Dan and Landon started working from the couch whilst Olivia sat on the armchair on the other side of the room. She turned on the television and lowered the volume so it wouldn’t distract the others. Olivia flicked through the channels looking for something to watch until she came to an action movie. She put down the controller and sat back as some particularly violent explosions appeared on the screen. “Oh, I don’t think that’s appropriate.” Landon said after a few minutes as she looked over and saw someone on the screen getting shot several times. Olivia watched as Landon stood up and walked across the room. The lawyer picked up the remote and started changing the channel. Olivia looked over at her husband who was staring intently at some paper. He was either unaware of what was going on or he was studiously ignoring it. “Ah, here we go.” Landon finally said, “This seems much better for you.” When Olivia looked back at the screen she gasped. She thought maybe Landon would pick some soap opera or boring news program; she definitely didn’t expect to see colourful cartoons dancing across the screen. Her eyes were as wide as they could go, it was the exact channel she watched when she was being little. Did Landon know? Had Dan told her? “Much more appropriate.” Landon said as she looked down at Olivia with a smile, “Don’t you think… Livy?” --- If you enjoyed this part you can check out what happens next RIGHT NOW at: https://www.patreon.com/posts/livys-new-family-85286658

Excited to be here! I’m a fun loving guy who enjoys being a Little when I can! I've explored ABDL for quite a few years, but only recently getting more "into it". As a little, I'm 3 or 4 years old. I love to colour, practice writing my letters and numbers, and watching TV. I haven't decided which is my favourite show yet. I watch a lot of different shows! I can be Little every now and then, but I don't live it daily. I'm hoping I'll have the opportunity to enjoy the lifestyle more regularly, but I'm happy with where I am. I'm very open minded and welcome friends from all walks of life, gender, lifestyle. I would love to meet more ABDL/Littles in person either for fun play times or just to talk. I'm looking forward to joining in the fun here!

Living with people who know you wear diapers has its advantages, including allowing you to ask if your outfit adequately conceals your diaper, before leaving the house or going out in public. I'm pretty experienced at wearing them at this point, so I don't obsess about it the way I used to, but I have a lot of different diapers in my inventory, and some of them "wear" differently than others under jeans vs baggy cargo shorts vs athletic wear vs dressy trousers, so on occasion, I will consult a member of my family (usually my wife) as to if my diaper is noticeable under whatever I have on. Probably 90% of the time, I get "You look fine" or "No sign of it" in response, but once in a while, I will hear "Go with something looser" or "I wouldn't wear that."

I did this for Sri Lanka, 2 large boxes I had shipped from England. I informed the hotel before hand and they were happy to accept when I told them they were medical supplies. They were left in my room on arrival. The cleaning lady cleaned my room everyday and emptied the bin with my double rapped used nappies and she changed the bed everyday. It was easy really.

I've become a bit of a hoarder. Not quite to the above level, but, I have 11 cases of various products, and I just stumbled across a bag of a diaper I haven't tried before - Tranquility's - at 50% off because the store was clearing them out, so I felt compelled to see what they are all about. Haven't tried them yet. For me, whenever I see diapers on sale, I tend to pounce, because the regular price of a lot of them has gone up a fair bit, at least up here in the frozen North (which is right now the sweltering North). I feel like I'm dollar-cost averaging my diaper inventory when Rearz has buy-one-get-one-half-off, but it's also a bit of a comfort to me - knowing I have approaching a dozen cases in stock means that I am "guaranteed" to wear diapers for at least a few months. Or forever. We'll see.

Wow @Goerge you have enough for about a year. I bet people who come visit you ask about your diaper supplies.

Do you ship to Canada?! That's such a cute picture, and oh what it conjures up in my head...

Maybe if we all threw our wet diapers on the fire, at once? 🤷‍♂️

I've got broad shoulders... you can blame me! Well I didn't start the fire! Hoping some rain dampens things down.

Welcome to DD from another Canadian (Alberta). There are a fair number of us here. Enjoy!

Are you responsible for all this smoke invading the USA? loljk, Welcome!

Hi and welcome to DD. Nice to meet you, glad to have you join us. Come on in, grab a high chair! There’s plenty of good likeminded people here. If you have questions, just ask. (No, it’s not snack time yet!) Just in case 😄 Relax, have fun, and enjoy!

hello and welcome from a fellow Canadian here! I live in Quebec but often am in Ontario too for work and visiting.

Hello and welcome

Part 16 Cindy’s internship was advancing very well. Freddie explained her the basic rules of a game development. They created the necessary development documents – basic design and detailed design. Cindy decided for a simple adventure with some RPG features. She assembled the scenes, cast and game rules and started coding. She arrived at Freddie’s house every workday early in the morning and left before dinner. Of course, she needed diaper changes. Freddie was very attentive; he checked her diapers regularly and changed them. Cindy didn’t protest at all when Freddie reached to her diapered crotch. She’s never leaked during her stay, and she calmed down. It was much better than at school. Freddie changed Cindy’s diapers in Ann’s bedroom usually and she always looked furtively at the dollhouse. She even wanted to ask Ann, but they didn’t have any opportunity to talk together undisturbed. Ann returned from the school late in the afternoon and Cindy usually left shortly after Ann’s arrival. “Freddie, would you mind if I stayed here for an entire weekend?” Cindy asked Freddie after four weeks of the internship. She collected her courage to ask him that question, but she was curious about the life in the alternative world. All she knew was Freddie’s house and a few internet sites she had found. Nevertheless, the sites even raised her curiosity. “I wouldn’t mind it, Cindy. Ask your caretaker; I think she wouldn’t mind as well.” Freddie was right; Susan didn’t mind the weekend stay. She even looked indifferent. Cindy guessed that her caretaker wouldn’t miss her at all. “Freddie, my caretaker agreed to my weekend stay,” Cindy announced the next day. “Well, don’t forget spare clothes and the nightshirt. We also plan to go shopping. You will see Fallbrook; it is a nearby town. You also can buy clothes or shoes there; Marianne will help you.” Ann was enthusiastic when she heard the news and Marianne promised to spend the weekend with them. Freddie explained Cindy’s issue to Marianne, and she arrived on Thursday and brought a package of disposables at Cindy’s size. --------------------------------- Cindy appeared early in the morning, and she was carrying a big bag with her clothes. “Good morning, Cindy, come in,” Freddie smiled at her and stroked her hair, “put your bag into Ann’s bedroom. I think that you will sleep there on the couch. However, I guess Ann will sleep in my bed and her bed will be free as well.” Cindy nodded and headed towards Ann’s bedroom; she put the bag on the floor next to the cabinet when Freddie steed to her and reached to her diaper. “Okay, you are wet; lie down,” he smiled at Cindy and turned to the cabinet; he took a disposable from the package and showed it to Cindy. “What is this?” Cindy stared at the disposable diaper. She has never seen anything like that. “This is a more comfortable diaper, Cindy. You can pee in it more and you won’t feel the wetness,” Freddie pulled down her tights, unbuttoned the rubber pants and removed the soaked diapers. Cindy shook her head, but she was surprised when he taped the disposable shut and pulled her tights back up. She stood up and realized the comfort of the disposable. It wasn’t as thick as the cloth ones. “Won’t I leak?” Cindy was worried about her nightmare. “Nope, Cindy. I will check you regularly anyway and you will see,” Freddie kissed her forehead and led her to his workroom. Cindy started working and she forgot about her surroundings as usual. She peed in the diaper and didn't notice it. However, Freddie didn’t forget, and he checked her diaper about two hours later before going to the kitchen. “Lunch time, Cindy,” he announced and walked over to her to check her diaper, “it is still alright, Cindy.” “What?” Cindy stood up and felt the heavy package between her legs, but she didn’t feel any sign of wetness, “I haven’t needed any diaper change since morning. Is it possible?” “Yeah, it is. I’ve told you that this diaper is more comfortable and holds more pee.” They sat down and had their lunch and Cindy offered Freddie to do the dishes. He nodded and returned to his work. While Cindy was doing the dishes, she felt her bowels grumbling and a mass of poop filled the back of her diaper. She startled and reached between her legs, but she didn’t feel any leak. However, the package between her legs was heavy and dropping down. “Freddie, I need a diaper change now,” she walked over to the working room. “Okay, go to the bathroom; you might need a shower,” he smiled and followed her. This time, Cindy undressed herself and stepped into the tub on her own. Freddie untaped the heavy package and put it into the bin together with Ann’s disposables. Ten minutes later Cindy was sitting at her computer and working again. Freddie was sitting next to her and working on his own project. “Hi, daddy, hi, Cindy,” Ann greeted them cheerfully when she returned from school, “I’m looking forward to the weekend. It is great that you stay with us, Cindy,” she walked over to Cindy and hugged her from behind. “Hey, peed-in princess; up to the changing table,” Freddie stood up and headed towards Ann’s bedroom. Ann didn’t wait, removed all her clothes and jumped onto the changing table and spread her legs. Freddie changed her quickly and put a disposable on her. She put on her home dress and tights and returned to the working room. “I will prepare the dinner now. You can work until then,” she announced. “Ann, does Freddie always call you a peed-in princess? Isn’t it embarrassing?” Cindy was taken aback. “Not always but I like it a lot. I’m his princess though and I’m wet almost always,” Ann grinned and hurried up to the kitchen. Cindy shook her head and continued her work; Freddie also returned and sat down to his computer. Sounds of cooking could be heard from the kitchen and a pleasant smell spread across the house. “Good evening,” Marianne entered the room and smiled at Cindy: “You are Cindy, isn’t you? Nice to meet you. My name is Marianne.” “Yeah, I am Cindy. Nice to meet you too, … Marianne,” Cindy turned her head and spotted a young woman wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Just like Ann, Cindy was shocked by Marianne’s pants. “Are you wearing pants?” “Yeah, Cindy. Girls and women wear pants, skirts, or dresses in our world. If you want to, we can buy some for you as well. Tomorrow we will go shopping.” Cindy hesitated; she wasn’t used to pants. Women had to wear skirts except for sports in her world. However, pants were more comfortable. “Okay, I’ll try out some tomorrow,” she nodded, “however; I can wear them here only.” “Don’t worry; I hope that you will spend more weekends here. Annie was looking forward to you. You will learn about the life in our world; I’ll help you, dear,” Marianne stroked Cindy’s hair. “It is a good idea,” Cindy smiled at Marianne. She was getting more curious, and she felt Marianne’s emotions. After all, Marianne was a woman, and she could understand her a little better. The dinner was delicious, and Cindy was shocked by Ann’s skills. The little girl was able to prepare a complete meal and lay the table on her own and without any help. “Cindy, do you help me?” Ann asked Cindy when they finished dinner, “Daddy and Marianne can relax now. We will take care of them.” “Okay, why not?” Cindy started gathering the dishes and Ann started washing them. “Ann, I have to admire your skills. To be honest, I wouldn’t be able to cook this dinner.” “How so? We learned it at school though,” Ann was a bit surprised. “I know, but I wasn’t good at it. I focused on math and programming and neglected everything else.” “Now you can learn it. Should I teach you cooking some simple meals.” “Maybe sometimes,” Cindy shrugged, “but … Ann, I’ve noticed a dollhouse in your room. It doesn’t match your almost adult condition.” “Cindy, the adult life is challenging, and I asked daddy for some relaxation. I have a little girl time every Sunday. Will you join me?” “Ann, it is crazy.” “Yeah, it is crazy but very pleasant. Join me and you will see.” Meanwhile Ann felt her bowels grumbling and a mass of poop filled her diaper; she ignored it and continued. “Hey, Ann, you pooped yourself,” Cindy noticed what happened, “you should ask Freddie for a change.” “Not necessary at this moment, Cindy. We will prepare coffee for Marianne and daddy now and wait for you. I guess you will poop as well. We can have the diaper change and a bath together.” “Okay then. I’m not sure if I will poop but the bath idea is great,” Cindy nodded and helped Ann with the coffee. “Thanks, girls,” Marianne took the plate and put it onto the conference table in the living room, “Hey, I feel a messy diaper. Who needs the change?” “It’s me,” Ann replied instantly. “Well, we will drink the coffee and you both can have a bath then. Cindy, do you mind a bath together with Ann?” “Not at all if we fit into the tub.” “I think you do. It is big enough.” The bath was pleasant for both Cindy and Ann, and they were tired already. Ann lay down on the changing table and Cindy on Ann’s bed. Marianne put a clean diaper on Cindy while Freddie took care of Ann. “Cindy, do you mind sleeping in my bed?” Ann asked Cindy after the diaper change. They were sitting on Ann’s bed. “Freddie told me I should sleep on the couch,” Cindy wasn’t sure. “The bed is more comfortable, and I won’t be alone. Daddy will sleep with Marianne though.” “Okay,” Cindy remembered Freddie talking about Ann sleeping in his bed. She lay down, Ann snuggled to her, and Cindy covered them. Ten minutes later, Freddie peeked into the room; he smiled, switched off the light and closed the door.

Frozen pullups by huggies come in a couple variations. One of these styles dominates the market. Shopping state wide on facebook marketplace has ruled out it being a regional thing. Only one retailer in my area has the rare style. Has anyone else noticed this? credit to dotty diapers for the super rare pullup pic

Dreams & Reality Part 3 of 5 "And then what happened? Did you get probed?" Nikki asked Sarah before biting down on a large piece of broccoli. They were sitting across from each other at a table in Nikki's favourite Chinese restaurant. Sarah blushed. "Not really," she said, busying herself with moving some of the vegetables around on her plate with her chopsticks. "OK, so what happened?" "I woke up," Sarah mumbled. "That's it?" Nikki reached across the table to spear another piece of broccoli from Sarah's plate with her fork. "Mm-hm." "Well that's disappointing," Nikki said around the vegetable. "Mmm yeah," Sarah said absent-mindedly. "Oh my god," Nikki suddenly exclaimed. "You wanted to get probed." "What?!? No!" Sarah looked around, hoping nobody had heard Nikki. "Yeah you totally wanted it." Nikki rubbed Sarah's shin with her foot. "Tell me the truth." "Okay. Maybe, just maybe I was a little disappointed that I woke up when I did. But that's all." "Are you suuuure?" Nikki dragged out the last word to almost two syllables. "Maybe I should invest in a silver catsuit and some green makeup." Sarah didn't say anything, but the blush that rose to her cheeks was enough of an answer for Nikki. "I'll put that down as a definite 'maybe'," Nikki said with a grin. "So that dream has had you distracted all day?" "No, not really." "What do you mean?" Sarah sighed and put down her chopsticks. "When I woke up, it was still really early; just before five. But I couldn't get any more sleep, so I've been dead tired all day. And then, to top it all off, Mr Ross decided to have one of his unbelievably pointless, two-hour meetings." "Sounds boring." Nikki glanced down at Sarah's plate and raised an eyebrow. Sarah just nodded and pushed the plate across the table where Nikki began devouring what was left on it. "I fell asleep," Sarah admitted. "During the meeting? Did he catch you?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean 'yes and no'?" "I mean he didn't catch me falling asleep, but I dreamt that he did." "Ooooo. Another dream? So what happened in that dream? More aliens? Oh, don't tell me: Mr Ross was an alien in a human-suit?" "No, no aliens." Sarah looked around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear. Then she leaned forward and whispered. "I had to go to his office and he scolded me for being disrespectful and breaking the rules by using red pens." "Sounds serious," Nikki said. Sarah stuck out her tongue at Nikki. "Then what?" Nikki leaned closer. "Then he called you so you could reprimand me because he was busy." "Mm-hm?" "And you told me to go to the school nurse." "I like where this is going." Nikki interrupted and grinned. "It turns out that you've left a bag of 'emergency supplies' with her." "I bet I can guess what's in the bag. So, did she make you strip down so she could diaper you, you naughty little girl?" Sarah gave an exasperated sigh. "No. But I had to call you once I had it. And you told me to put it on and wait for you outside." "That sounds reasonable. After all, I take my reprimanding duties very seriously." Nikki grinned and winked. "I sound really bossy in this dream. Don't tell me I was wearing that 'dominatrix outfit' you fantasised about when I finally showed up." "I woke up before you got there, but I almost had a real-life accident though. In the dream you had told me..." Sarah nervously looked around again before leaning even closer. "You told me I had to be wet by the time you arrived." "Oh," Nikki said, suddenly more serious. "And did you..." "Almost. The guy sitting next to me woke me up just in time." "I guess that was a good thing then." Sarah only nodded. Nikki sat back and stabbed the last bits of vegetables on the plate with her fork. She chewed thoughtfully. "You know," Nikki said after a little while. "That's actually not the worst idea in the world." "What isn't?" Nikki waited until Sarah swallowed the sip of water she had just taken "An emergency bag." "Are you kidding?!?" "Relax sweetie, I don't mean like in your dream." Nikki took Sarah's hands in hers and just held them. "But you have to admit that would be a sensible idea for you to have an emergency bag in your locker. So if you do have an accident, then..." The look on Sarah's face was enough to make Nikki stop. "...or maybe not." "It's not funny," Sarah said. "Look, I love being with you, but when our ...playtime, creeps into the rest of my life it kind of freaks me out." Nikki got up and slipped around the table to sit down next to Sarah. She put her arm around her and pulled her closer. "I understand sweetie. And I wasn't suggesting we stash diapers at work. I meant some extra underwear and a pair of pants. Just in case, you know..." She stroked Sarah's hair. Sarah just shrugged in reply. When she was confident Sarah wasn't going to burst into tears, Nikki moved back to her seat. She reached out and took Sarah's hands in hers again, just slowly stroking her knuckles with her thumb. "So, want to get some dessert?" Nikki asked after a couple of minutes, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Naah. I'm stuffed. Why do you think I let you finish off my plate too?" "I just thought my favourite little girl didn't want to finish her vegetables." That got a laugh from Sarah and seeing her back to her usual cheerful self, Nikki smiled. "I still can't believe you've eaten enough at this restaurant that the staff knows your name and you still don't know how to use chopsticks." Sarah glanced at the fork next to Nikki's plate. "Hey, don't judge. There's a lot of things I'm not good at." Sarah feigned shock. "Really?!? What else?" "Our... playtime," she admitted awkwardly. "I haven't really done it with anybody else before, so even if I have the theory down pat, you're my guinea pig. That's why I keep messing up." "What do you mean? How did you mess up?" "Other than almost making you cry just now? I keep breaking my own rules." Sarah made her best Bambi eyes. "Well, I think you're the bestest mommynatrix evah!" she said firmly, but with a slight lisp. Nikki chuckled. "And does my little sweetie need more weird and naughty dreams for her stories?" Sarah shook her head. "I think we can do without the kinky sandman for a while." "At least your alien abduction dream should give you some ideas. But just in case that adorable imagination of yours decides to go on another wild roller coaster ride, I think we should take precautions the next couple of nights. Just to be safe." "Really? Do I have to?" "Oh stop whining. You know I'm right, don't you?" Nikki said sternly. Sarah sighed. "Yes Ma'am." "Good, now that that's settled, let's get out of here."

Thank goodness for Elaine (small typo at end i think with Elaine popping the paci back in his mouth). At least the other younger girls are in nappies and Zack can hide most of the plastic pants under his suit, though as he didn't protest them, Kelly might say, well, seems you don't mind them for next time. (And if he had have protested them, no doubt there'd've been another punitive action). If anything the bottle and burger feeding with help from the younger girls may have been more mortifying for him (lucky thr change is still private). I sense Zack though will be most embarrassed by Elaine babying him if he's starting to get an innocent crush on her.

It was actually 51.50. Was feeling a Van Halen vibe.

PART 6 John and Shelly Cindy wiggled her phone from her pocket, while still cradling his head. Holding it up she read. How did YOU get Stuck like This??? He’s getting everything He wants!! Cindy grew angry, reading the accurate message. Her breast started aching as he eagerly nursed. Her stomach growled from hunger as he enjoyed his meal. She could feel his teeth pushed against her sensitive breast. While he held her free breast and wiggled in delight. Don’t you deserve Something Too? You’ll be Breastfeeding him Several times Everyday Forever!!! Cindy’s teeth clinched together as she read, she completely realized as she thought about breastfeeding her husband several times a day. ‘I am going to have this man child on my tit several times a day?’ She considered ripping him off her, she started to pull at his hair on his head, with her cradling arm. He gripped her breast tighter with his teeth pushing his head toward her. Then quickly another message appeared. Maybe he doesn’t Need Teeth anymore!! That would at least make Things more Comfortable for You!!! Cindy relaxed, a bit as she considered the possibility of removing his teeth. ‘That will teach him… that’s right he doesn’t really need teeth…. It would be nicer on my breast feeding him… But I don’t want him looking like an old geezer, with his lips sunk around his gums… I could get him dentures… but that’s just another thing I’ll have to take care of… Then like it read her mind, another message appeared. How about he Gains chubby cheeks? His chubby baby Face Will keep his lips Away from his Empty gums!! And! Won’t he look cute!!! Cindy pulled him back towards her as she pounder. ‘He would look cute… cute little chubby cheeks’ Chubby baby cheeks And No teeth???? Yes🔴 No🔴 Cindy smiled as she imagined him with chubby cheeks and pushed Yes. Painful??? Yes🔴 No🔴 Warning teeth removal Can be extremely Painful!!! Cindy thought about it, set her phone down and push her finger into his mouth releasing her empty breast, and directed him onto her other one, again sighing with relief. Picked up her phone and pushed No. Painless teeth Removal And Chubby cheeks Forever!!! Are you sure?? Yes🔴 No🔴 Cindy smiled as she slowly pushed yes. Terry snuggled in around her as she cradled his head, he heard her phone “ding” with a new text message, but he couldn’t think of anything she could do to him, worth missing out on breastfeeding. Terry, held her free breast, as if to protect it, and listened to her heart beat, as he found a natural rhythm pulling her nipple deep into his mouth, the feeling was intoxicating, He pushed his clean, thick diaper against the plush cushions feeling the smooth plastic glide around the soft fabric. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as she tried to pull away at some point, but refused to release her breast as her milk steadily pulsed into the back of his throat. He continued to greedily suck as her milk slowed, he could feel her heartbeat return to normal as she pulled her finger through his mouth releasing the suction, a small bit of disappointment struck him for a moment, until he realized she was moving him to her other breast, he relaxed into her warmth, latching on to her fresh nipple, reestablishing a comfortable rhythm. He didn’t notice the first few teeth dissolve, like wafer’s in her milk, as he continued to nurse. His checks puffed out against her smooth skin, feeling more connection against her breast. His body relaxed in the bliss as he thought ’this is everything I ever wanted’ Suddenly his mouth lost grip on her breast, as his bottom teeth dissolved, causing his gums to feel the small bumps surrounding her nipple. ‘What is happening?’ he thought still unable to pull away. He ran his tongue between her breast and his now empty gums, realizing his bottom teeth were gone. Panic spread through his body as her nipple easily slid from his mouth, milk dribbled down his chin as he continued to search his mouth with his tongue for his teeth. His tongue only slid smoothly across the soft skin where his teeth once stood. Terry tried to speak holding his face away from from her, seeing her smile as she continued to cradle his head. “Waaa eeew dew?… mie eeth… theeff errr geown!!! His tongue lost coordination in his empty mouth, his swollen cheeks pulled his lips away from his gums, unable to control them properly. Cindy gleaming as she heard him babbling, responding as he wrapped his hand around his chubby face. “Oh don’t you look cute” she responded quietly, still aware of, what the man said about his “little one” in the large white crib. Terry babbled on louder trying to find coordination. “Terry … you have to be quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake the baby… this is what you wanted now deal with it” Cindy saying as she put a finger in front of her mouth, then directed terry’s thumb into his open mouth, as his face turned red in frustration. He couldn’t believe the situation he found himself in. The fantasy he has dreamed about, read countless stories about, imagined so many times, was now becoming completely true. With everything feeling out of his control, his mind just searched for answers. He rubbed this thumb across his empty gums. ‘How could this happen?…. How can I return to my normal life…like this? What can I do…? Is this what I wanted?… Why would she do this to me?’ There were no answers… it all seemed to escape logic. Cindy slid out from underneath him pulling her shirt back down over her breasts, retrieved his used diaper and held her hand out expecting him to except it, “Ok Terry… let’s go moving” again speaking quietly as she gave him a stern look. He slowly sat up and looked down his body still overwhelmed with emotion, seeing his smooth body, he squeezed his legs together against the thick soft pink diaper, as his penis twitched against his now wet padding. ‘Is this still turning me on?’ He continued to feel his unfamiliar mouth. Unable to identify when he wet his diaper, he could feel his cock began pushing harder against the moist padding. Looking up at his wife in the low light… then he was distracted by a woman standing behind her in the crib holding on to the raised railing. The woman quietly watched, as their eyes connected and smiled at him, through a pink pacifier. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly up into two ponytails, with a clean straight part in between them, stopping at top of her straight bangs, that landed above her sparkling eyes. Suddenly the lighting in the room became brighter, Terry squinted as his eyes adjusted and turned towards the tall man standing in the doorway. The man looked slightly annoyed, arms crossed in front of him, as he calmly spoke. “So I see someone woke up…. well the damage is done, let’s go get you guys sorted out, and on your….” The man stopped mid sentence as his eyes landed on Terry’s face. Cindy looked up, and crossed her extended arm over her breasts, feeling awkward tried to apologize. “Oh I’m sorry for waking her up, he was a bit fuss…” She too couldn’t finish her sentence as she turned to see the woman standing holding the railing inside the crib. Cheerfully the woman started calling “daddy… dad-da baby dad-da” she slurred behind her pacifier in a high pitched tone, as she pointed towards Terry. Terry just looked back at the blonde woman, thumb still in his mouth, as she continued to smile at him. He noticing her cute freckles across her cheeks, she was only wearing a colorful onesie, which formed tightly around her small breasts, and the pink led gatherings of her diaper peeking out around her thin thighs. He could tell she wasn’t necessarily young, though she was dressed and acted like a toddler. He couldn’t help but smile back. Thinking to himself ‘I’m the baby?’ As he didn’t completely realize that his face was round and smooth, appearing very young, while he sucked against his thumb. The woman in the crib continued to call loudly, excitedly for her daddy. The blood ran from the man’s face as he continued to study Terry as he suddenly murmured. “It’s not possible… but his face” This caught Cindy’s attention, she turned back to the man with a questioning look, asking “What?” The man turned to Cindy and studied her, still with a bewildered look. He reached out and pulled her arm away from her breasts, Still studying. Cindy harshly, pulled her arm back recovering her breasts, saying. “Don’t touch me… I don’t need this shit… after this fucking day… let’s go Terry” as her face turned sour and turned to reach for Terry again. The man quickly responded. “Oh no I’m sorry… I didn’t mean too… it’s just, I haven’t…. Well let me explain” Cindy turned back towards the man. “Listen.. I have had enough shit today, I… ok… I don’t want to be a bitch, but I don’t need any more freaky shit.” She looked back at the woman still smiling at Terry now bobbing her head around like she was trying to amuse him, covering her face then calling out “peek a boo baby!!” As she uncovered her face. Cindy paused and curled her eyebrows as she watched for a second “and you guys look like you are into some freaky sh” The man interrupted her. “Ok … please don’t swear, let’s start again… my name is John, and this is Shelly, we own… well I own this store, I would love to share… our story with you, I have a feeling it will sound familiar”… John continued to talk as he turned slightly towards Shelly “Ok sweet-pea let’s be quiet for a second while daddy talks to the nice people” Shelly’s face quickly saddened as she responded “Oh Daddy… but baby… daddy” again pointing over the raised rail “Daddy asked nicely for a little quiet, sweety… so let’s be good for daddy” John saying as he then turned to the very confused looking Cindy. “Please just give me a bit to get her sorted out and we can go out back… I’ll explain everything… well as best as I can” as he held his hands in front of him blocking Cindy from leaving. Cindy crossed her arms in front of her, still holding the used diaper, and slightly irritated but now at least curious. “Ok well I don’t have all day, so it better be good” As she rolled her eyes thinking ’I don’t why I’d want to hear this shit’ Terry still distracted by all of it continued to watch Shelly as her face grew pouty, then red as she squatted slightly holding onto the railing in front of her. She grunted slightly curling her face further. After the slight grunt, and loud but muffled sound of fart could be heard above the soft music which caught John’s attention, he turned slightly towards Shelly seeing her face, and urgently rushed towards the crib saying “No…No sweetie no poopies in diapers” as he lowered the railing Shelly bent down further and grunted again slightly louder as she filled her diaper. He scooped her up under her armpits, but it was too late, as color returned to her face she cheered “poopies daddy, I made poopies daddy” John grunted on picking her up, as he drug her over the lowered railing again saying “Nooo poopies, poopies go in potties!” Even though he knew it was too late. He gagged slightly at her smell as it spread through the room, and lowered her to the floor as far away from him as possible. Saying with a tone of defeat “no poopies, oh no poopies… poopies go in potty” Cindy watched as john continued to gag, covering his nose after she continued to plop down on her padded bum still cheering on the poop in her diaper ‘obviously this was something he didn’t not want to deal with’ she thought. Terry still amused by the display even chuckling a bit. Which as he heard the unfamiliar chuckling sound, caused him to refocus on his lack of teeth. He sat up leaning forward to stand, pulled his thumb back out of his mouth, and as he lost his his amusement of the situation, he clinched his fist again angrily, babbling completely illegibly. “Feee indie caaa eefff” This caught Cindy’s attention and couldn’t help laughing, saying “look who’s trying to talk like a big boy… say momma baby… Maa Maa” Terry’s face grew red with anger and embarrassment as he reached up feeling is unfamiliar face, running his hand into his empty mouth as white droll rolled down the corner of his lips. He then threw himself back onto against the loveseat. Cindy went back to paying attention to John who looked as if he might puke, looking up towards the ceiling, Cindy couldn’t help smirking towards him saying “what’s wrong with you? It’s just a little poop… you are such a pansy” and proceeded to hold out Terry’s used diaper, John didn’t realize what he was receiving for a second and gagged again as he realized he just received the used diaper, as he held it away from him. Shelly continued cheering on her poopy diaper, Cindy looked at the large toddler on the floor and couldn’t help noticing how cute she was, still sucking from her, pink pacifier. She bent down a bit as she spoke “Oh sweetie did you make daddy poopies in your diedies?…Yes you did!! (clapping her hands together) I don’t think daddy likes poopies much… do you want aunt Cindy to change your stinky diaper?” Shelly was caught off guard by the stranger and quickly quieted down as her face became shy, quickly glancing back at her daddy. John happy to be relieved of the situation gave her an uncomfortable nod, turning away and set the used diaper on the coffee table, then replied to Cindy, “I am sorry, I just don’t handle uh… the number 2 situation well… we try to sit on the potty after morning nap to… uh relieve that situation” as he looked back at Shelly “but sometimes we get… a bit distracted… don’t we sweet-pea?… it would be great if auntie… uh Cindy? Could change you sweetheart” Terry couldn’t help noticing how nice his wife was to the woman, as he tried to calm down and deal with his new changes, thinking to himself ‘why she so nice to her? she just agreed to have my teeth removed… now she’s kissing this woman’s ass?’ Now becoming a bit jealous as Cindy held her hands out to help her to her feet. Cindy continued to talk sweetly towards the woman “Come on little cutie hop up on the changing table for auntie… oh what a good girl… and look how pretty your pony tails look… aren’t you just the cutest” Shelly blushing as she was complemented. “You are such a good girl we’ll have that stinky bum cleaned in no time… which is your favorite diaper honey? Maybe you want match that pouty baby over there?” Shelly only shyly nodded, as her onesie was unsnapped. “You’ll look so much cuter than he does, won’t you sweetie?” Shelly nodded with a bit more enthusiasm. Cindy made quick work out of the diaper change, and then gave Terry a little patronizing grin. As he just sat there intently watching becoming more jealous.

I didn’t take the poll because the wording precludes any of them. I don’t “always” smoke when diapered but I do when I feel like it. I too am in a job and state where I can’t smoke but I do anyway. When I start letting my job dictate what I can and can’t do when I’m not on the clock or company property then I’m no longer an employee but a slave and that’s illegal too. Hugs, Freta

Just dropping my location here, would love to connect with new friends in the area!

I am generaly a car guy, and mechanical wierdo, and psudo engeneer-ish, so I have been watching some cool videos of guys who salvage or rescue out cars or equiptment from the fate of the crusher. One guy has a channel called " vice grip garage" which I have gotten hooked on, and the other us just " jonathan w" channel. Both are incredabley talented mechanics, and amazing to watch, but both are totally different in mannerisms, personality and ....I guess.... "Techniques" The latest insanity from Vice grip garage (aka Derik) is here.... Enjoy!!!?

I'm don't find people sexually attractive, thinking about having sex disgusts me. But I love nappies. I have an incontinence fetish. Not other people being incontinent but me being double incontinent and forced to wear nappies 24/7.

I live in grand rapids, I'm more shy about meeting people but feel free to message me whenever if you like,

I only have 3 months supples. I require 13 bags off Drylife XPLUS a month (5 nappies a day) to keep me dry as I'm 24/7 for bowel and bladder. I live in a group home and everybody knows I wear nappies. I planned it out and they think my incontinence was gradual. I started off with complaining about IBS (I don't have IBS) and when out with my staff in the community say I desperately need to find a toilet then running off and finding one. I did this for a few months, also when my community nurse want to take me out for a coffee and see if I mental health is okay I say I can't leave the house as I need to be close to a toilet. I started having a few ''accidents'' in public and this has progressed into me having to wear pads (nappies) Social services manage my money as I lack capacity due to schizoaffective disorder and asked social services to get me my monthly nappies delivered to my house on a monthly basis. I now have 'accidents' everyday, sometimes twice a day, I try for the morning but I have no issues messing in front of my staff when I need to go. They have said absolutely nothing negative about it. I also have a antipsychotic injection every 4 weeks and my community nurse pulls my ''pad'' (nappy) down to administer the injection.

I've had a love of diapers for as long as I can remember. Bought a pack at age 16 to try them out, and was hooked. Never really played much again, though, until maybe 10 years ago. It's still only a fun thing to do as part of being a Little, every week or two.

I tried it once in my youth. But it felt uncomfortable and I couldn't find any peace in my body. Never again will I have any more of that crap in my lungs or body. 🤮 I don't smoke anything - not even tobacco. But I enjoy drinking legal liquids with alcohol. Also when I am diapered. 🙃

Yea I have a pile of diapers. A bit of a 'First World' issue I suppose....

Nice I like those nappies to

Just like I feel when you have to change your diaper, so you go to the bathroom and there is no one in their but as soon as you remove the first tape tab of the diaper i swear to god a light comes on outside of the bathroom and everyone comes in. Then everyone leaves until you open the door of the stall after changing your diaper with the used diaper in hand to through away.

Yes the snap suit is funky and used for locking him in the diapers but they hide the diapers. Maybe the girls changing him is good, gives him a break from Kelly. Zach thanks to Elaine has finally thought over things.

Or... Diapers to become tax free. Retailers expect flooding.

Yes Elaine is cool and there relationship

Thank you for the continued feedback. It’s always lovely to hear people enjoying it

Ooooh good thinking! I bet she wouldn't get far in the bus. How so? And what do you mean by neither character? Because Judy definitely knew they were there...

Welcome!

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

My nappy stash. Got more Abena L4 coming today. Here in the UK the Abena's are rebranded Drylife slip plus and they are an amazing nappy.

Well, obviously I can't force anyone to enjoy my stories but I would ask to at least read the last update before decidig it's bad! There is plenty of room for a sequel. I'm certainly not milking the story (though that is a weird thing to suggest because whether I kept writing this one or released a sequel it would be the same difference in terms of "milking" it). Maybe it will make more sense when the sequel comes out but it is quite different in a lot of ways and just having it continue from this story wouldn't make sense from a story flow standpoint. Sallas and the people within it are not going to be redeemed in one chapter. That was never going to happen in this story which is more about two individuals navigating it together rather than trying to change it. That is something which may be explored a little more in a future story *hint hint* but I can't say too much about that at the moment. Finally, as for "dark" endings... I've written plenty. I will write plenty more. Some of the stories I'm currently working on have dark endings planned. I am not afraid of damning my characters but it has to make sense. I won't say how this story ends yet, of course, so I'm not making a comment on the end of this one.

A very fine stash indeed

Flash Fiction: Advanced Day 2 You’re wandering around the re-education center’s playroom. You feel the old familiar cramp in your stomach, and the fullness in your bottom. You stop. You pick a spot in the middle distance. You bend your knees slightly. You push. No muss. No fuss. No crying. No shouting. A slight groan rattles up from your throat, but that can be forgiven. You feel your cheeks spread and your anus stretch while you push. Gravity helps a tiny bit, but the brown squishy mass hits the back of your diaper very quickly. You’re going to have to push the rest of the way. This is weird. This is gross. This is weird and gross. Just don’t think about it. Don’t stop! You keep pushing. It’s easy. Your stool is soft and your sphincter muscle’s need to contract and push makes it feel more natural than it is. Just keep pushing. Don’t think about the mucky warmth. Don’t reach back and feel the lump that is forming. You just push and push and push until the pain stops and you unintentionally sigh with relief. Then, like a good ‘baby, you keep toddling around as if you had no idea what just occurred. You ignore the body temperature mess or the smell that is starting to invade your nostrils. “Hold on,” one of the Mommies says. That’s what the center calls them here: Every woman is ‘Mommy’. Every man is ‘Daddy’. She reaches around and squeezes the front of your diaper without preamble or explanation. “You’re a little wet, but I don’t think you need a change yet.” She gives you a tiny swat, right on the lump of protruding out the back of your onesie. “Okay. Go on.’ So you do. Three steps like nothing happened,and the same hand that groped you snatches you by the wrist. “Hold up! Almost forgot!” That’s a lie, but you’re smart enough to correct her. You’ve seen what happens to the babies that correct the Mommies and Daddies. A mushy tushy is better than a blisteringly smacked bottom. She starts patting your backside, practically massaging the lump in your non-pants. “Oh wow! You really made a big poop!” A droplet of sweat starts to form on your forehead. “Good baby!” She tugs at your wrist and leads you away. Your spirits are only slightly dampened when you realize she’s not leading you towards the changing tables, but you chastise yourself. This doesn’t bother you. It won’t bother you. You refuse. This Mommy parks herself in a rocking chair and pats her lap. Without hesitation, you sit down in her lap. Your face is a mask of comfort as the lumpy mass is flattened and spread out to more of your bum. You nuzzle her forehead with your own like you’ve seen the other, more successful babies do. You feel and smell gross, but you remind yourself: You’ve been here forty-eight hours, and in that time you haven’t seen a single baby have to change themselves. Diapers are only gross when they’re your problem. You add to that rationalization with a dash of hope. You’ve only been here forty-eight hours. Someone will rescue you. Your pardon will come. They’ll know you don’t deserve to be treated like this. Mommy produces a bottle and offers it to you. You take it and start suckling on it while she rocks you both. “You’re doing so well!” she praises you. “You’re such a smart baby!” You are. You know what’s up. “Most babies your age need help and reminders! But not you!” She gives you tiny pecks on your cheeks and strokes your hair. “You must be advanced!” You’re not advanced. You’re just not stupid. Since you’ve been here you’ve seen a boy screaming through his pacifier shaped gag while Daddies held him down and inserted an enema tube up his ass. He needed help pooping. Another girl asked for a change during naptime, so today they overfilled her bladder, waited until the wetness indicator turned all the way blue, and then chemically sedated her so she got used to laying in nothing but a wet diaper. Good babies played the part they were given. Those who didn’t, had things turned up to eleven until being a regular baby didn’t seem so bad. The room starts spinning and the Mommy hugs you closer so you don’t fall out of her lap. “Uh oh. I think someone’s getting sleepy,” she coos tauntingly. “I think someone needs a nap.” Your lips start to move, to ask about getting changed first. But your speech is too slurred to comprehend. That wasn’t just milk you’d been chugging. She bounces you on her lap, making the poop smear and smash up, as if your pants are filled with the foulest smelling playdoh. “Aw, you’re so tuckered out,” Mommy says. “I was gonna change you, but I think the rest is more important.” You did everything right, and you’re still getting the extreme treatment. It’s not fair. You can’t win. “Let’s put you down right away, my clever little baby. Then we’ll change you…if you need it.” You can’t win. That’s the lesson. No matter what you do, you’re going to be a baby and at the whims of whomever isn’t. That’s the real lesson. And it didn’t even take you two days. Maybe you are advanced.

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