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Ch3 I floated for an eternity on the waves of pure delight. When I came down finally, I was acutely aware of one very nasty thing. My decision to leave the diaper off was a bad decision. It was everywhere and I was covered in it. To spare you the details, cause, ew. I cleaned up all the while battling the side effects of the A.S.S. pill. It wasn't easy or pretty. Finally, after several hours, I sat down on the toilet with the note. I figured I'd be here for a while, since the damage was done and might as well do some reading then I can maybe find some info on the internet. The note was not what I expected: My curious little one, I had hoped if nothing else you would read this. I'm proud of you for trusting me this far. It's not easy when you're at the bottom of the food chain, no pun intended. I truly hope you will hear me out. I am a part of a coalition that wishes to serve the needs and desires of both littles and Amazons. We want to make sure that little are cared for as well, Amazons get what we need. Even more, we want to do it in a way that everyone is happy. We only ever accept the best of you Littles, the ones whose behavior AND drive keeps them doing well for themselves. We do not want to take that from you unless you want it gone. I'll be honest I'm not 100% on what your dreams are, but I want to make them real. I know this sounds like an impossible thing, an Amazon who cares, but I hope you will trust me long enough to SHOW you the truth of things. As always, the choice will be yours to take the next step. If you want to keep going, meet me in front of the bakery on tenth and square st. today at 5. I'll be there, whether you come or not. Please believe I want to keep rewarding you. With hope, Tina The note ended with a symbol I had never seen before, two circles one inside the other with a heart covering both. She was definitely laying it on a little thick. Even if she felt the way she was speaking… At some point I had dropped another deuce, blasted Amazonian drugs! Why did they all have the exact same "side effects?" I won't go. Tina be damned, these side effects were annoying. I picked my phone up and scanned the symbol on the page, hoping to find anything I could on this organization Tina had written about. Exactly 10 pictures came back. They were all on the same site, a well known little advocacy group had documented these images as a mystery. Apparently these symbols had appeared in 10 cities around the country. Each on a prominent and established Amazon business. Each business had been known to have had strict ways with littles, everything from discipline rooms to required "little protection programs," which sounds great until you realized it was to protect the office furniture from the littles who were "too little" to keep their pants dry. I shuddered at the thought of the discipline rooms. Nurseries, more like, always well stocked and kept. Everything from paddles to diapers to cribs. You could spend a whole day there for being late to a meeting. It had been a long time since I had seen one but they were still terrifying. These companies had always been bad to littles, at least they had until the symbols had appeared. Then they had each lightened up and even made full employees of littles. Even more Littles were responding in the thread claiming to work at such places and that they were happy there. What had changed? What had motivated it? Was it a farse? Were these littles being forced to say these things? It was all so confusing. I was not going to meet that temptress, I wouldn't do it. As I scrolled through, I saw that one of the businesses was not far away. I looked in the toilet to see if the pill was done and sure enough, green ooze, I quickly dressed, I grabbed keys, as an afterthought I put on a baseball cap and some sunglasses. Hopefully I could avoid being recognized. I was not going to the meeting with Tina.. _____________ Tina sat waiting, it was still a few hours before he would arrive, but she didn't want to miss him. She had told the waitress, a wonderful and delightful little tweener, that was part of the coalition, she would be there awhile and to keep the tea coming. When the cute little one had brought Tina's scone she had rewarded the girl with a gentle pat to her padded rear. The girl had responded with a wink and a smile. It still amazed Tina how freeing the coalition was for everyone. All parties received everything they wanted. Sure some parts weren't for everyone, but it eased the load that was always one sided for the Amazons, and so the littles had enjoyed the coalition. It made sense, if you torture people they eventually fight back. And thats what had been happening, little killing and harming. They shouldn't have to have such thoughts. So she had helped to form the coalition with some like minded Amazons, and maybe a little bit of blackmail. Either way, she and those with her were building an empire together. With littles in their place, with no worries, tweeners wherever they were, and amazons still ruling the roost. Tina toyed with the 2 pleasure pills she had brought, her mind going to her precious one. The thought of him not coming had made her almost tear up. She had found a special place for this one. Of the some odd 100 littles she had helped to convert only ever had 2 caught her interest. He was kind and would be the perfect playmate for Cindy. Cindy, she had been lonely since coming home with Tina. She was fulfilled though, she had taken up a job at the coalitions offices here in town. It was adorable to see that little girl's cute fluffy behind pretending to be an adult. The truth of the skirt that hid the diapers was one all the Amazons in the coalition knew well. In fact all coalition littles were well padded and a good percent held jobs. It seemed to be quite a contradiction really, but It worked. It worked very well. Today was the first step of trust and Tina knew if she had any chance of loving her little guy like he deserved she had to play her cards well tonight. She had both the green and blue pills with her. The green he had had before, short and intense, it usually left the user quite pleased. The blue though, it was a long release, not as strong but it was easily as alluring for the littles. There were 2 more, but it wasn't time for them yet, she wanted him to want it. To want her and what she could give him. She only needed to wait a little longer… Maybe that cute tweener was wet enough to want a change. Sigh, it WOULD put a band aid on those maternal needs of hers. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- I have close to 18 chapters written. I'll post a couple chapters a day. I haven't posted here with any consistency but I'm working on it. Please comment or like. It encourages me to keep going.

Chapter 2 When I woke up, I thought it had all been a bizarre dream. I was pondering what subconscious issues might have provoked it when I became aware of the padding between my legs, the wet padding. I reluctantly opened my eyes and confirmed my fear. I was in an adult-sized cot, wearing a comically thick diaper which I had apparently soaked in my sleep. The room was illuminated by the bright sunlight coming in through a large window. I looked around the room, recognising the chair where Ms Harbourne had spanked me and the table where she had changed my diaper. It was all real. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Ms Harbourne let herself into the room a few minutes later and released me from the cot. "Looks like you're wet again." She squeezed my crotch. "Yes you definitely need these extra-thick diapers overnight but I think this one can last until you've had breakfast." Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the nursery. "Although, it is almost lunch time." The overnight diaper was even thicker when it was wet and walking was almost impossible. As I waddled along next to Ms Harbourne, I realised we were not alone in the house. I could hear women's voices, one of which I recognised. It was Melanie. However, the first thing I noticed as we entered the living room was Brad. Like me, he was naked except for his diaper. He was seated next to Melanie, clutching her hand tight. Around her wrist was one of those bracelets. That was my key to escaping. On the other side of Brad was the blonde woman we saw jerking him off the night before and on the other sofa was a third woman with red hair and large breasts. "Look who is finally awake." Ms Harbourne announced, interrupting the conversation and drawing everyone's eyes to me. Melanie suppressed a giggle and Brad flashed me a sympathetic look before returning his gaze to the floor. The other two women gave me big friendly smiles. “Hello Bobbie.” The redhead greeted me in the same tone Ms Harbourne used on me. Somehow her Irish accent made it feel even more patronising. “I’m Miss Connelly. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” “Be polite.” Ms Harbourne reminded me with a pat on the back of my diaper. “Hello, Miss Connelly.” I said. “And I’m Miss Barnes.” The blonde woman introduced herself. “Hello Miss Barnes.” I dutifully replied. “And you already know Ms Baker and Bradley.” Ms Harbourne nodded toward Melanie and Brad. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Melanie said as we made our way around the furniture to join everyone on the sofas. “Okay?” I forced a laugh and pointed at my over-sized diaper. “What part of this is okay?” “I just meant…” Melanie started. “Don’t worry Melanie.” Ms Harbourne explained. “This is all very new for Robert. He will adjust in time. Won’t he, Bradley?” Brad’s face went deep red but he looked up at her and responded. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “See the progress we’ve already made with your Bradley.” Mr Harboure went on as Brad’s eyes returned to the floor. “He had such big tantrums when he first went back into diapers.” Melanie looked at Brad. “But he’s still not happy. Look how embarrassed he is.” “We’ve discussed this.” Ms Harbourne did her best to suppress the annoyance in her voice. “It’s all part of the adjustment. This is exactly what he needs, what all men need. In time he will learn to let go of all of the lies he believes about what a man is supposed to be and he will love his new life.” “Couldn’t we just go home?” Melanie continued. “We promise that we won’t tell anyone. Don’t we Brad?” "Yes." Brad nodded without looking up. "Yes, who?" Ms Harboune prompted. Brad sighed. "Yes, Mommy." "Good boy." She seemed to consider the matter closed and changed the subject. "Now. I need to feed Robert." "Maybe he wants me to do it." Miss Connelly suggested. "He's been staring at my chest since he came in. Haven't you Bobbie?" "I…Um." Of course I had been. She had truly impressive tits. "Oh you are cute." She laughed. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble." She then pulled off her top, revealing a red bra, supporting her amazing boobs. "Come and have a closer look." She unclipped her bra and removed it, leaving her naked from the waist up. "Go on." Ms Harbourne gave me a gentle push. "Don't be rude." I took a couple of steps toward Miss Connelly. I was close enough to reach out and grab her boobs. It turned out that I was also close enough for her to grab me, which she did. She pulled my mouth right down onto one of her nipples. This left me bent over, my thickly-padded bottom presented to the others. I considered pulling myself free from this woman's grip but that would probably earn me a spanking or worse. I ran my tongue over her nipple and tasted the drops of milk already collecting there. This made her draw in a sharp breath and then release it with a quiet sigh. If I didn’t have that chip up my butt, that would have been enough to get me hard. Even without being physically turned on, I still liked getting that reaction from her. It felt like I was taking a little bit of power back. So, as I sucked on her breast, I made a point of teasing her nipple with my tongue. As I hoped, her arousal became more and more obvious. “He’s really made good use of that diaper.” I heard Miss Barnes’ voice and then felt a hand pressed against the padding between my legs. “Did you make him completely incontinent?” “Not completely.” Came Ms Harbourne’s answer. “I’ve turned down his sensitivity and control significantly though. He’ll feel the need to go but won’t be able to hold on for long. He probably didn’t even wake up before he wet.” The conversation going on behind me shattered my delusions of power. I quickly lost interest in pleasuring Miss Connelly and just tried to drink quickly so I could get out of that humiliating position. "What about you Melanie?" Miss Barnes asked. "How much control do you let your Bradley have?" "Let him?" Melanie sounded uncomfortable with the question. "Brad has normal control." "I'd be too worried that he'd just hold on for hours, trying to avoid using his diaper." Miss Barnes said. "Is he okay deliberately going in his diapers?" "No." Melanie admitted. "He holds on until he's in pain." "You should just take away his control completely. That would make it easier for him." Miss Barnes argued. "He wouldn't have to worry about it at all." "I agree that it's cruel to let him hold on for hours but I think it is good for him to feel it coming. It makes him really aware of his diapers because he has to decide whether he wants to deliberately use them or hold on until he has an accident." Ms Harbourne interjected. "Plus, there's less risk of his little fire hose going off during a diaper change." As if on cue, I became aware that I needed to pee. If she was right, I didn't have long before I would be further soaking my diaper. The idea of doing so in that position was mortifying so I drank even faster. However, this just made the pressure grow. I managed to hold on until I had drained the first breast and Miss Connelly moved me over to the next. Then I lost control. "Look. He's wetting again." Miss Barnes observed as I flooded my diaper. "It's really sagging. I hope he doesn't leak." I felt the hand once again pressing the padding between my legs. It caused the liquid slosh around as it searched for part of the diaper which wasn't yet completely saturated. "You might need to find even thicker diapers if he's going to wet like this." “These ones are already as thick as Ian's cloth diapers. I don’t think he’d be able to walk at all if they were any thicker.” Ms Harbourne laughed. “He’d have to crawl around.” “That would be so adorable.” Miss Connelly said. “You have to do it.” I finished the second breast and stood up. My heavy diaper was struggling to hold on. I felt it slipping off my hips. "Say thank you to Miss Connelly." Ms Harbourne directed me. "Thank you. Miss Connelly." I said. "It was my pleasure." She smiled. "Now, I think you'd better get that nappy changed." “I guess it’s my turn.” Miss Barnes said. “Although, I think Amelia got the better job.” I heard her stand but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to face Brad and Melanie after what they had just seen me do. Miss Barnes took hold of my hand and led me from the room. “Up you go.” She directed as we reached the change table. I took my place on cushioned fabric and she ripped open the tapes on my diaper, letting it fall open. “That is a really wet diaper.” I saw her touch her bracelet and I flinched, expecting to be punished for something. When no pain came I asked. “What did you do?” “I just turned up your sensitivity a bit.” She said, taking some wipes. “You’re going to spank me?” I felt like crying already. “Why?” “No. I’m not going to spank you.” She smiled. “Just relax. I think you’ll enjoy this.” I gasped as she started wiping. Her touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. My cock began to grow hard. She must have also turned off whatever was preventing that. She teased me, getting closer and closer to my shaft. When she finally wrapped the wipe around it, I was as hard as I’ve ever been. I let out a moan as she moved the wipe up and down. “You still can’t cum, of course.” She explained, moving down to my balls. “But that’s not a bad thing. It means you won’t finish early and ruin the fun.” I bit my lip as my body writhed. Sex had never felt that good but, as promised, I didn’t cum. I had a chance to catch my breath as Miss Barnes moved on to my butt cheeks but, when she finished by wiggling a wipe-covered finger into my arse, I shouted “Oh my god!” so loudly I knew it must have been heard out in the living room. “I think you’re all clean now.” Miss Barnes tapped her bracelet and my erection quickly disappeared while I laid panting, enjoying the gradually-fading tingles. “Did you enjoy that?” I could only nod as she taped me into a new diaper. “If you let me adopt you, every diaper change can feel like that.” “Let you?” I regained the ability to speak as a climbed down. “You mean I get a say in it?” “Of course. We want you to be happy here.” She led me out of the room. “So you should have a mommy who makes you happy.” “And if I don’t agree to anyone?” I asked. “I’m sure you will eventually.” She replied. “Until then, you’ll stay with Ms Harbourne but anyone who wants can have a turn babysitting you, sort of a trial run.” “You took your time.” Ms Harbourne greeted us with a knowing smile when we rejoined the group.. “I just wanted to make sure Robert was thoroughly clean.” Miss Barnes replied. “We don’t want him to get a rash.” “No we don’t.” Ms Harbourne giggled. “Robert, I hope you said thank you.” “Um.” I bit my lip as the memory of the diaper change replayed in my head. “Thank you, Miss Barnes.” “You didn’t put him back into a thick nappy.” Miss Connelly complained. “I don’t think he’s going to want to wait so long for his next change.” Miss Barnes gave me a playful pat on the seat of my diaper. It was only then that I noticed Melanie breastfeeding Brad. I’d waited a long time to see her naked breasts and I was annoyed at Brad’s head blocking the view. Her eyes were fixed on him so she didn’t notice me staring. She stroked his hair and smiled while he nursed. In that moment, she looked totally at peace with their new relationship. That was bad. I needed her help if I was going to get away from there. I had to find a way to talk to her and Brad in private as soon as possible. "Miss Barnes said that the women would take turns babysitting me as a way to see who would be a good mommy." I said, hoping they believed I had accepted my fate. "I thought maybe Ms Baker could go first." Melanie didn't look up. Brad still held all of her attention. "But she's already adopted Bradley." Miss Connelly complained. "She can't adopt him." "We don't have any rules against adopting more than one man." Ms Harbourne responded. "If Melanie wants to babysit Robert then she can." Hearing her first name snapped Melanie out of her trance. "Huh?" She looked up. "Sorry. I was somewhere else entirely." "It's okay. We understand." Ms Harbourne reassured her. "Would you like to babysit Robert this afternoon?" "Oh. I. Um." She looked at me and I did my best to plead without words."I guess that would be alright." "Okay. Miss Baker will take care of you until this evening." Ms Harbourne said to me. "But there are a lot of women who might like to become your mommy. Promise that you will give them all a real chance. "Yes, Ms Harbourne." I replied. "I promise." Melanie finished feeding Brad and soon it was time to leave. Miss Connelly and Miss Barnes said their goodbyes and left. Then Ms Harbourne walked Me, Brad and Melanie to the door. There, Brad had a pair of sneakers waiting. He put them on as Ms Harbourne handed me my own socks and sneakers.. “Put these on so you don’t get dirty feet outside. As soon as I had the velcro straps fastened she sent me on my way, saying. "Behave for Ms Baker." "I will, Ms Harbourne." I replied. I hated playing along with that ridiculous game but I couldn't risk losing this opportunity to talk privately with Brad and Melanie. "I'm sorry I got you into this." Brad said quietly as we followed Melanie through the town. I felt exposed as every woman we passed turned to watch us. "You really owe me when we get out of here." "When?" The mention of escape seemed to darken his mood. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. I tried a few times. All I got for my effort was pain." We reached the door of another house. Melanie opened it and we all stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed I asked. "What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here." "We can't." Melanie said. "Sure we can. You've got one of those fucking bracelets." I pointed out. "Brad and I can just walk out of here with you. We can send the cops to arrest these crazy bitches and find a surgeon to cut these chips out of our asses." "No. We can't do that." She shook her head. "My bracelet is different. It won't prevent your chips from punishing you. You and Brad still need one of the others in range." "Well then you have to leave by yourself." I wondered how women thought they could run the world if they couldn't even see an obvious solution like that. "Then send the police to get us out." "Brad's chip has been locked to my bracelet. He will be punished if he is too far from it." She informed me. "Or if I take it off." "Dammit." All of my hope evaporated. "I'm sorry, Robert." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "We are all stuck here. I think we just need to make the best of it." "That's easy for you to say." I replied bitterly. "You aren't stuck in diapers." "I don't like it either but this isn't her fault." Brad stepped in. "It's not like she wanted to be breastfeeding me and wiping my bum." "I'm just happy that we're together." She hugged him. "And you have to admit this house is a lot nicer than our apartment." He returned the hug. "I'm happy we're together too." "I think I'm going be be sick." At first I thought it was their display of affection causing the feeling in my stomach but I quickly realised what it really was. "Oh no. You have to let me use your toilet." "You're not allowed." Melanie said. "And I have already seen you wet your diapers." "I need to take a crap." I argued. "Come on. Nobody will know." "What if they do? They might not let Brad stay with me." She worried. "I think we should just follow the rules." "If I shit myself now you're the one who'll have to change my diaper." I pointed out. "Do you really want that?" "Okay. The bathroom is this way." She gave in and led the way through the living room and down a hall, stopping at one of the doors. "It's in there." As I reached for the door handle, my body betrayed me. I felt the mess forced out of my ass, filling the back of my diaper. I could only freeze on the spot until it was finished. "What's wrong?" She asked but immediately realised the answer. "Oh. You didn't make it." I couldn't bring myself to look at her or say anything. What could I possibly say to the hot chick I just shat myself in front of. "It's okay." She hugged me tightly. "That's what diapers are for." With a resigned sigh, she released me "I guess I'd better change you now." "I'm sorry." I finally managed to say something. "No. It's alright." She took hold of my hand. "I can handle changing a poopy diaper." Melanie let me into Brad's nursery. I knew the drill and got up onto the change table. As she gingerly ripped the tapes open, I covered my face with my hands. How could I ever look at her again after this. I felt the diaper being pulled open. The smell got worse almost instantly. I could only imagine the look of disgust of Melanie's face as she began wiping the mess off of my privates. The ordeal probably only lasted a minute or two but it felt like an hour before I was finally taped into a fresh diaper. "Thanks." I said as I got down, still unable to look at her. "I really am sorry you had to do that." "It really wasn't that bad." She reassured me. "Go find Brad while I throw out this diaper and wash my hands.” I didn’t go looking for Brad. Instead I remained in the room feeling sorry for myself. I heard Brad and Melanie talking to each other occasionally but both were kind enough to leave me alone. At some point I felt the need to pee. As there was nothing I could do about that, I just ignored it. Before long, it took care of itself. I sat there in my wet diaper until I heard the doorbell. It was quickly followed by the sounds of Melanie opening the front door and greeting the visitor. Then there were footsteps, growing closer and closer until the door swung open and Ms Harbourne stepped into the room. “Hello, Robert.” She said warmly. “Why are you hiding in here?” “I’m embarrassed.” I felt defeated and didn’t see any point in denying it. “I pooped in my diaper and Mel…” I caught myself. “I mean Ms Baker. She had to change me." "I thought you wanted her to be your mommy." She moved closer and offered me her hand. "If she adopted you, she'd do that every day." "I didn’t want her to adopt me." I took her hand, letting her pull me to my feet and into a reassuring hug. "I wanted to f…." I had to stop myself again. "I know you have a little crush on her." She rubbed my back. "And now you think cleaning you up after you messed your diaper like a toddler means she will never respect you?" I nodded against her shoulder as I returned the hug. "She won't. No woman will. That's the point." She held me tight with one arm while moving the other hand down to my diaper. "But you only think you need respect because you’ve been taught that you need to be respected to be loved. That’s not true here. You will be loved and cared for unconditionally. You don’t have to prove anything anymore." For that moment, held in her arms, I was convinced. She was right. This was exactly what I needed. Then the moment passed and I was angry at myself for getting sucked in to her bullshit. I let my arms fall to my sides, which prompted her to release me too. "Come on." She led me from the room. "You must be getting hungry again." We found Brad and Melanie in the living room. "I found Robert." She declared to the others. "Now, Melanie. I think you had better feed him." "No." Brad said. "He is not touching my wife." "Bradley." Ms Harbourne was suddenly stern again. "Your mommy is not your wife any more and she has never been your property." Melanie squeezed Brad's hand, trying to calm him down."Could you feed him instead?" Melanie asked Ms Harourne. "I could but you are meant to be trying out the role of his mommy." Ms Harbourne reminded her. "I just popped over to make sure everyone was okay." "I guess I did say I was going to try to make the best of this." Melanie released Brad's hand and pulled her top off. "What?" Brad said as we watched Melanie remove her bra. "But…" "Shhh." Melanie tried to make him stop. "You'll only get yourself in trouble." "Go on Robert." Ms Harbourne encouraged me forward. I didn't need much encouragement. Those breasts were calling to me. I moved in. After all these years I was finally going to touch them, taste them. "I said, don't fucking touch her." There was a blinding pain as Brad's fist connected with my cheekbone. I fell to the floor, clutching my face. Brad also fell to the floor but he was clutching his groin. He screamed at the pain inflicted by the chip in his butt. "Bradley! We do not hit." Ms Harbourne said as she touched her bracelet, ending Brad's torture. Then, once again all gentleness, she helped me up. "You poor baby. Come here." She took me to the couch and held me on her lap. "Melanie, could you please get us a cold pack." Still topless, Melane rushed to the kitchen and came back with the cold pack and passed it to Ms Harbourne. "Thank you." She held it against my throbbing face. "Now. I'm afraid you have to punish Bradley." "Didn't you just punish him?" She looked down at her husband, still laying on the floor. "His chip is to stop bad behaviour and encourage cooperation.” Ms Harbourne explained as Brad got back to his feet. “Punishment must be more intimate. You have to give him a spanking.” “I can’t spank Brad.” Melanie complained. “If you are Bradley’s mommy, you have to discipline him.” Ms Harbourne informed her. “If you can’t then he cannot stay with you. Someone else will have to adopt him.” “Okay. I’ll do it.” Melanie looked at her former husband. “I’m sorry Brad.” “I’m turning up Bradley’s sensitivity.” Ms Harbourne gave her bracelet a few taps. “Pull down his diaper and put him over your knee.” Melanie pulled at the tapes on Brad’s diaper and it fell to the floor. I could see it was still dry, unlike my own. Now wearing only his sneakers, he bent across her lap and awaited his punishment. Melanie’s first smack was half-hearted. It barely made any sound. Nonetheless, Brad’s angry glare momentarily gave way to a wince. Ms Harbourne shook her head. “It has to be a lot harder than that.” With a resigned sigh, she brought down her hand much harder. The sound of it striking Brad’s butt cheeks was followed by his yelp of pain. “Much better.” Ms Harbourne smiled. “Keep going.” Melanie's naked breasts bounced as she repeatedly smacked Brad's bottom. I wondered if I was still going to have a chance to taste them. I had been so close. Soon Brad was sobbing and Ms Harbourne decided "Okay. That will do." She moved me off of her lap and stood up. "I'll take Bradley and get him diapered again. You can start feeding Robert." Brad, still crying, submissively took her hand and allowed her to lead him away. His bare bottom was covered in red marks. "We'd better get started." I tried to hide my excitement. "Ms Harbourne won't be happy if I'm not on your breast when she comes back." Melanie sighed sadly. "Okay." Before she could change her mind, or anything else interrupt us, I climbed on top of her and wrapped my lips around her breast. The smell of her body was amazing. If not for the chip, I probably would have cum immediately. I began teasing her nipple with my tongue but it didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. Instead of moans of pleasure, my efforts were rewarded with a slap on the side of my head. "Don't make this any weirder than it already is." Melanie said. Disappointed, I settled for simply sucking. That was still exciting enough that I had to consciously stop myself from grinding against her. Still nursing on the first breast, I heard Ms Harbourne and Brad return. "Sit with me until they are finished." She directed him. I could only imagine him glaring at the back of my head as I sucked on his wife's breast. The anger at him punching me in the face had faded and I started to feel bad for him and for Melanie. I released her nipple from my mouth and got up. "What's wrong?" Ms Harbourne asked. "You're not finished." I could see drops of milk from Melanie's nipple running down her breast and decided that I couldn't argue that. "I just can't drink any more." I lied. "My stomach isn't feeling good." "Maybe you just need to be burped." Ms Harbourne suggested, starting up "Come here." She held me with my head on her shoulder and pressed a hand firmly against my lower back. Maintaining the pressure, she moved it all the way up then repeated this a few times until I actually let out a small burp. “Does that feel better?” She released me. “A little.” I said. “But I still don’t feel like having any more.” “Okay” She decided. "I'd better ask Dr Patel to have a look at you." I didn't like that idea but the only alternative I could see was admitting that I had lied about not feeling well. Lying was certainly something which would be punished and I was not eager for another spanking. "I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut Robert’s visit short.” Ms Harbourne told Melanie. “Thank you for taking care of him this afternoon. We will see you at the milking shed tonight." As she led me out of Melanie's house, she tapped her bracket a few times and waited. It seemed they did more than control the prostate chips. "Okay. She's going to meet us at home."

BTW- my chapter titles have no meaning A Wet diaper It’s a lot harder to start to pee when you think you should only pee in the toilet. I had to think about standing in front of a toilet, and really concentrate, but I managed to pee in the diaper. I rolled over and fell back asleep. I was already awake when Aunt Amanda came into the nursery. I let her discover my wet diaper when she checked. In my mind, it sounded more believable if I didn’t know I was wet. She checked Scott first, and it wasn’t a surprise that he wet his diaper. Scott always woke up with a wet diaper and my aunt just said, “You’re wet again, but that’s why you need diapers. We’ll change it after breakfast.” She came to me and gently tapped, “Are you awake?” I nodded and she replied, “Let’s see how you did last night.” She looked surprised when she felt my diaper. I hadn’t wet my diaper all week, so I’m sure she expected me to be dry. “Uh-oh, it looks like you wet your diaper. I guess it’s a good thing you wore one last night.” I pretended to look disappointed, but in reality, I loved it. Aunt Amanda hugged me and said, “It’s ok, honey. Sometimes these things happen. Let’s have some breakfast, and then we will take care of your wet diaper. Do you want to go pee-pee in the potty?” I shook my head, even though I needed to pee. It wasn’t urgent because I peed two more times that night. I asked, “Do I have to wear Pull-ups, or a diaper today?” Aunt Amanda shook her head and said, “No, honey you’ve shown me that you are potty trained during the day, it just doesn’t look like you’re ready for a big boy bed. I think you’ll get there, but you have to sleep in here until you do.” I guess I was supposed to be upset about that, but I meekly accepted my fate. My aunt pulled a second highchair from the closet and brought it to the table. I asked, “Do I have to sit in that?” My aunt answered calmly and matter-of-factly, “Yes, little kids sit in highchairs.” It made no sense, but a part of me was curious about what baby treatment was like. I complained, “I’m not a little kid.” It wasn’t a strong protest; I was genuinely confused. This was the first time she made me sit in a highchair. Aunt Amanda asked, “Is your diaper wet?” I had to admit the truth and nodded. She said, “Ok then, hop up. In my house, little kids who wear diapers have to sit in a highchair.” Debbie saw me sitting in the highchair and asked, “Why is Tommy in a highchair?” “His diaper is wet, and that means he eats breakfast in a highchair.” As if that was completely normal, Debbie responded, “Oh, yeah.” It sounded like this made perfect sense to her and wasn’t anything to be concerned about. She also knew enough to avoid saying anything that could be considered teasing. I know my aunt wanted to humiliate us. We wet our diapers like babies therefore we should be treated like babies. She tied a bib around my neck, cut my pancakes into bite-sized pieces, and handed me a sippy cup full of juice. It was just like she did with Scott, and just like she would if I was two years old. I was embarrassed but oddly enjoyed the spectacle. She changed my diaper after breakfast, and it was more involved than any of the previous diaper changes. When my diaper was dry, my aunt just did a quick wipe and then sent me to the bathroom to get dressed. This time, she took her time and made sure the diaper area was clean and dry. She also took time to clean my butt, just like she did when I pooped my pants. It was more than just a few wipes, so I don’t think I was very clean down there, but my aunt didn’t say anything about it. I think it was about five minutes later when she finally handed me my underwear and said, “Off you go, honey. You’re a big boy now.” I was the same awkward teenager I always was. Based on how she treated me that Sunday morning, I knew I would get the same treatment Scott was getting if I wet myself during the day. I knew her system. I would have to wear Pull-ups if I had an accident, and I would go back to diapers if I had too many accidents in Pull-ups. I knew I would get the full baby treatment, just like Scott. I wasn’t sure how long the baby treatment would last, nor did I know how many times I could wet a Pull-up before getting put in a diaper. It was almost a full week, and Scott was still in diapers all the time. Scott never asked to use the bathroom, and she never took him. She said they were taking a break from potty training, but I didn’t know how long the break would be. What if she makes him do this all summer? What happens if she puts me in a diaper? I’d like to say that the bug was out of my system. I peed in my diaper and knew what it felt like, which is what I wanted. However, I wanted it more, and not less. I thought about wetting my pants that Sunday afternoon. I might have done it, but I was too scared. I wanted to wet my diaper again the next night, but it is hard to pee in a diaper when you are used to using the potty. I slept the whole night and was still dry when my aunt woke us up. She took off the dry diaper, gave me the appropriate kudos, and sent me on my way. I ate breakfast from a normal chair, and my aunt went back to ignoring me most of the time. That was the day that Scott started potty training. I was a single child, so I didn’t know how little kids learned to use the potty. My experience was a bit rough. I remember my mom getting mad at me when I didn’t make it to the potty, but I didn’t understand how kids learned when they needed to go. My aunt seemed to be calmer and a lot nicer than my mom. She didn’t yell and didn’t make him sit on the toilet unless he asked. When she knew he was ready to poo, she asked, “Scotty, do you want to try to use the potty?” He nodded and she praised him when he pooped in the toilet. She then asked me, “Tommy, Scotty wants to use the potty like a big boy. Can you show him how big boys use the potty?” I was confused and answered, “Yeah? what do I have to do?” “It is really easy, just make sure to take Scotty with you when you use the potty. You can model how big boys use the potty.” I was fourteen, and it was weird bringing my seven-year-old cousin with me when I peed in the toilet. I didn’t want to do that, and I am ashamed to admit this, but I wanted Scott to stay in diapers. I think I only did it one time, and that was when my aunt was watching. That first day, my aunt asked Scott if he needed to use the potty and praised him when he went. The second day, which was a Tuesday, she told him, “Scotty, big boys don’t need to be told when it is time to use the potty. If you need to use the potty, ask me and I will take you.” I think Scott asked her a few times, but most of the time, he just used his diaper. I don’t know if he did it on purpose or couldn’t tell when he needed to pee. Either way, my aunt didn’t get mad. She just said, “I guess you are not ready. We’ll take a break and try again later.” I figured my aunt wanted to put Scott in Pull-ups, just like she did with me after I pooped my pants. If he did make it three days without an accident, he could wear underwear. I started to do the math. I wanted to see how long Scott would have to wear diapers, and how long until he could get to full big-boy status. At least, that’s what I told myself. In reality, I wanted to know how long it would take to go back to normal after being put in diapers. It was a whole week until my aunt started to potty train Scott again, and I figured that’s what would happen to me. I knew it would be another three days in Pull-ups, and then three more nights wearing diapers to bed. Obviously, that included sleeping in the crib the whole time and getting treated like a baby while wearing a diaper. That was only two weeks, which didn’t seem that bad. I knew I would have to act fast if I wanted to do this. My aunt just put Scott back in diapers, and it would be another week until she tried to potty train him again. If it happened soon, Scott and I would be babies together. However, there was a chance that Scott would be potty trained and out of diapers, while I still needed them. It sounds weird, but I didn’t want to be the only one treated like a baby. I considered wetting my pants right there, but I had to make it seem real. It would look suspicious if I started to wet my pants for no reason. However, my aunt knew I used to wet the bed, and I just wet the bed again on Sunday. Maybe, if I wet the bed, she would think it came back. It made sense, to me, that if I was already wetting the bed, I could have accidents during the day. That night I set my plan into action. First, I peed in the diaper before I fell asleep. My aunt had to think I was wetting the bed again, and I couldn’t risk another dry diaper. That meant I had to sleep in a wet diaper all night, but I didn’t mind. The second part of my plan came after our highchair ritual. Aunt Amanda was working from the patio as I played with Scott and Debbie. We were running around like little kids, and I felt the urge to pee. I wanted to make sure I could pee when we were outside, so I didn’t go before we started to play. I made sure nobody was watching, closed my eyes, and started to pee in my pants. I felt the warm liquid stream down my legs and looked down at the obvious sign that I wet my pants. This set up a problem I hadn’t considered. My aunt had to find out, but how to I make sure it isn’t obvious that I wet myself on purpose? I asked myself, ‘What would I do if I really did wet my pants?’ When I was little, I hid my accidents to avoid punishment. However, this time I wanted to be caught. I could have easily excused myself and cleaned up in private. Nobody would ever know I peed my pants, but that’s not what I wanted. I decided to let my aunt discover it for herself, which is what happened before. Unfortunately, I didn’t count on Debbie seeing it. She saw the wet spot and said, “Tommy, you peed your pants.” I shook my head and defiantly cried, “No I didn’t. I don’t pee my pants.” “Yes, you did. It’s right there. I need to tell Mommy.” “I’ll take care of it.” “Mommy said to tell her when Scott pees his pants, so it’s the same for you.” She then shouted, “MOMMY! Tommy peed in his pants.” Aunt Amanda looked surprised and said, “He did? Tommy, what happened?” Debbie said, “We were playing, and Tommy went pee-pee.” Aunt Amanda looked at the wet spot and said, “It looks like you had an accident. I’m afraid that you need to go back to Pull-ups. Let’s get you changed.”

My wife and I had an opportunity to go to an amusement park this past Saturday with a group from a company a relative works for. It's friends and family so we got parking, entrance and a catered lunch. I packed my diaper bag wit 3 Better Drys plus the one I put on right before we left. I decided that I can't reliably tell when my diaper is nearing it's limit so I was on a time schedule. I thought a change every 4 to five hours should be safe. I had to surrender my bag completely as opposed to just opening it for them to peak. He moved diapers around discretely to see my wipes and zipped it and handed it back. The next bump in the road happened after lunch. We had a catered lunch at a Pavillion which was one of four. The two front pavilions were for a big union group and ours was in the back. I noticed they had bathrooms and a family bathroom so right after lunch I took my D bag and headed for the family bathroom. No one was in there so I went in locked the door and got down to business. It didn't take long and I rolled the diaper with my used wipes and taped it into a big ball. It was swelled up nicely. I looked around for the trash and realized there was no trash cans. It had a paperless bathroom with just one electric hand dryer. I looked at the feminine napkin disposal but that Better dry was too fat anyway. At this point I was pissed off because there wasn't anywhere I could leave it to wash my hands so I left it on the floor. When I got done I picked up the diaper and had to make a decision. Someone knocked on the door just before I used the hand drier. I couldn't leave it in there for the next person because that's just punishing someone that had nothing to do with the situation. I decided the only thing I could do at this point was walk out with it and find a barrel. There's a large expanse of open space between the bathrooms and the eating pavilion. The closest trash receptacle was right beside the tables where people were eating so I walked over and threw it away as discretely as I could. I'm not saying this is the only way of handling this situation, it's just my way of handling it. I suspect that whoever made the decisions for how the bathrooms were set up didn't have any experience as a user of family/disabled bathrooms. Any mom even would expect a trash receptacle for used baby wipes and diapers. I asked a park employee who I could complain to and they took me the the greeter for the pavilion area. I explained I am incontinent and just used the family bathroom to Change in and found no trash receptacle. I told her I couldn't leave it laying on the sink or floor. I explained that I had to carry it from the bathroom to the trash receptacle across from the bathroom. From where we were standing she could see the bathroom and the barrel. She was very polite and competent. She thankd me for letting her know and apologized profusely. She directed someone to get a barrel for the family bathroom right away. All in all it was a really fun day. Hugs, Freta

I'm writing this for the 3rd kasarberang non-contest. Chapter 1 I finished the block of code I was working on and started the unit tests. As the project built, I turned to the Web browser on my second monitor and started scrolling through the videos, trying to find one I hadn't already watched. I finally found one. The title was promising. "Slut takes 3 dicks." The thumbnail showed a wide-eyed woman with her lips wrapped around the shaft of an impressively thick cock. The balls resting on her chin. I glanced back at my work. There were a few green ticks indicating that the first tests had completed successfully but there were many more remaining. I had plenty of time so I started the video so I unzipped my pants. Enjoying porn on company time was just one of the many benefits of working from home. I was just getting into a rhythm when my phone began ringing. Without pausing, I looked down at it on the desk. The caller was identified as Melanie Baker. She was the wife of Brad, a friend of mine. I was actually rather envious of Brad, Melanie was hot. I ignored the ringing and kept going. I was already imagining Melanie in place of the star of the video and myself in the place of each of the men penetrating her. My climax came long before that of the video and I fell back into my chair panting, my cock still hanging out. My phone started ringing once more. It was Melanie again. This time I answered it. “Hi Melanie.” “Robert.” She said urgently. “I need your help.” “Huh?” I couldn’t imagine what problem she could have that would need my help specifically. Surely she had her own friends to call. “Brad was working on a story. He was obsessed with it. Something about a bunch of disappearances being connected.” Brad was a freelance journalist. “He told me he was getting close but then he didn’t come home. I’m really worried.” “So what can I do?” I asked. “All of Brad’s research is in his computer. There must be some clue where he was going there.” She explained. “But I don’t know his password. You know about computers. I thought maybe you could figure out how to get in.” “Yeah probably.” I agreed, seeing the potential to spend time alone with Melanie and with her in such an emotionally vulnerable state. “I’ll be right over.” When I arrived at Brad and Melanie’s apartment, Melanie answered the door with tears in her eyes and greeted me with a tight hug. “Oh Robert. Thankyou for coming.” “It’s no problem, really.” I hoped she wouldn’t notice my growing arousal. “Where’s Brad’s computer?” “In his office.” She released me and led me to a small room with a laptop sitting on a desk, surrounded by piles of paper. I moved the mouse and the black monitor came to life, showing the login screen. After clicking around a bit and finding no obvious way around it, I pulled out a USB stick from my pocket and plugged it in before restarting the machine. The computer booted into my pre-prepared Linux environment. This gave me access to the laptop’s harddrive. “Okay.” I declared. “Here’s his documents folder. And luckily he hasn’t encrypted anything.” “Can you find the research he was working on?” Melanie moved closer, placing a hand on my back. “Yeah. I think so.” I found and opened the most likely file. “I think this is it.” It contained chunks of an unfinished article interspersed with notes, documenting interviews and contact details. Brad had apparently found connections and patterns in the disappearances of a number of people, all but twol were women. Tthe men were each married to one of the women and disappeared at the same time as her. Most of the women were scientists, engineers and doctors, many with impressive achievements in their fields. He had concluded that they had not been murdered or abducted. They had chosen to leave. Brad had been particularly interested in Rachel Harbourne, one of the women who had disappeared. She wasn’t an engineer or a scientist. She was the ex-wife of the founder of some tech company and had left the marriage with over a billion dollars of his money. Brad had dug into her investments and had found a remote property that she owned indirectly through a convoluted network of shell companies. He was convinced that he would find the missing women there. “That has to be where he was going.” Melanie exclaimed. “It’s only about an hour away from here too. You’re my hero Robert.” She kissed me on the cheek. “What do we do now?” I wondered. “We go there.” She seemed uncertain. "Right now." “It would be too dark when we got there. We'll go first thing tomorrow." I said then saw an opportunity and added “I’ll stay here tonight so you don’t have to be alone.” "No.” She must have heard the enthusiasm in my voice because all doubt was gone. “We need to go tonight. Brad might be in trouble.” So I soon found myself driving down a deserted, unlit road with Melanie in the passenger seat. There was no address, only coordinates to put into the GPS, that gave us a marker which was at least a kilometre from any road on the map. As we got closer it wasn’t clear how we could actually get to the property. “Was that a road?” Melanie suddenly asked. “Back there on the left.” I checked the screen in the dashboard. “There’s nothing on the map.” “We have to go back and check.” She insisted. “That might be it.” I slowed down and did a U-turn. She was right, it was a road, well more a dirt track. We followed it and soon had confirmation that we were in the right place. “That’s Brad’s car.” Melanie pointed excitedly. I pulled up behind it and Melanie was out before I’d even come to a complete stop. “It’s locked.” She informed me when I joined her. “He must have decided it was better to go on foot from here.” I suggested, then noticed something through the trees. “Look. There’s some lights over there.” “Let’s go.” She took off in that direction. I chased her and saw that the light was coming from the window of a large building. As we got closer, I could see it was just one of many buildings but the only one with light in the windows. “What the fuck?” Melanie said as she reached the window. I joined her looking into the building. There was Brad, totally naked, on all fours on a table. A blonde woman was standing, fully clothed, beside him with a hand around his cock. There were two other naked men, in similar positions. Women stood around the room in small groups watching. "He's joined a bloody sex cult." I tried not to sound too happy. If anything was going to get me into Melanie's panties this was it. Maybe she'd come to me for comfort or maybe for revenge. It didn't matter if it got her into bed. The blonde woman moved her hand up and down Brad’s member. Initially, he just held his position, looking down at the table beneath him but soon he started moving back and forth with the rhythm. I absent-mindedly rubbed my growing erection through my pants as I watched. "Enjoying the show?" I heard a woman's voice behind me. Melanie and I both turned away from the window to see two women, armed with strange looking guns. After taking a moment to consider my options, I ran for it. I didn't get far before feeling a sharp pain in my right butt cheek. My legs started to feel weak as I felt for the source of the pain. I found a small dart and pulled it out as everything went black. I woke up surrounded by wooden bars. I could feel that I was naked except for some weirdly thick underwear. I ran my hands over this strange garment. It was covered in soft plastic and fastened at the front with tapes. With some effort, I sat up to examine it, confirming my fear. I was wearing a diaper. a ridiculously huge puffy disposable diaper, decorated with cartoon teddy bears in various pastel colours. I tried to take it off but the lingering effects of the tranquiliser left me too weak and uncoordinated. A door opened and a light turned on. "Looks like someone is finished with his nap." A woman's face, with olive skin and framed by long black hair, appeared, looking down over the bars. I suddenly realised what the bars were. I was in a giant cot. "Who are you?" I demanded. "And why am I wearing a diaper?" "You can call me Dr. Patel." She answered. "And the diaper is so you don't make a mess on the floor." "Where am I?" I continued my questions. "What have you done with Melanie?" "Patience. Everything will be explained in good time." She lowered one side of the cot. "But right now you only have to worry about finishing your bottle." "Bottle?" I asked, confused as she took my hand and led me to a long sofa. I tried to pull away but found I wasn't strong enough. She sat me in the middle of the sofa then picked up a large baby bottle full of a white liquid and sat at one end. "Just lay down and Dr. Patel will feed you." I made a feeble attempt to resist as she guided me to lay down across the sofa with my head in her lap. She smiled down at me as she brought the large nipple of the bottle to my lips. Even though I tried to clamp my mouth shut, she easily forced it in. The nipple filled my mouth. I tried to push it back out with my tongue but that only caused the liquid inside to squirt I to my mouth. In that position, I had no choice but to swallow it. "See." Dr. Patel said. "It doesn't taste so bad." She was right but it wasn't the taste I objected to. It was laying there in a diaper being fed like an infant. I wanted to ask why she was doing this to me but trying to talk only caused my mouth to fill with more of the liquid. "Good boy." She cooed. "Drink it all up." Whatever her reasons, it was clear she wasn't going to take that nipple out of my mouth until I had drunk the whole bottle so, resigned to this, I got to work. I had finished about half of it when my stomach started feeling uncomfortable. I kept going but a little while later it started cramping. "Is your tummy feeling yucky?" Dr. Patel must have noticed my discomfort. "Don't worry. It's just the laxatives starting to work. The muscle relaxants should kick in soon and then you'll feel much better." Now realising the purpose of the diaper, I started struggling against her again. She easily held me in place and kept the nipple in my mouth. I only succeeded in filling my mouth with more of the laxatives, muscle relaxants and who knows what else. "All done." She finally declared, pulling the bottle out of my mouth. "It won't be long now." She released me and I stood up. As promised, the muscle relaxants had muted the cramps but I could still feel what was coming. I had to find a toilet fast. On unsteady legs, I made my way to the door but I found that the doorknob was too much of a challenge for my hands. I knew that what was coming was inevitable but I still tried to fight it. I ordered my butthole to squeeze tightly shut and, for a while, it obeyed. With all of my attention on not shifting myself, my bladder took the opportunity to release, flooding the diaper. I felt the pee pool between my legs before being absorbed by the paddling. Dr. Patel didn’t move from her spot on the sofa. She just sat there, watching me with a patient smile. "Just let it happen." She suggested. "Don't worry. I won't leave you in a messy diaper. I'll get you cleaned up as soon as you're done. Her encouragement was unnecessary. At that moment, I finally lost the battle and the mess filled the seat of my diaper. It kept coming, squeezing up the back and the front. When it was finished, the diaper seemed ready to burst but, despite sagging heavily, it held on. "That's some laxative isn't it?" Dr. Patel laughed as she finally stood up. "It cleans you out completely, much more thoroughly than an enema." Too ashamed to offer any response, I meekly allowed her to lead me into the next room. With each step, I felt the mess against my skin. This room was far more clinical than the first. In the centre was what looked like a gynaecologist's examination chair. At least that's what they looked like in the fetish videos I'd watched. Dr. Patel led me straight to the chair. "Sit here and I'll get you cleaned up." I desperately wanted to be out of that diaper so I did as I was told. I didn't protest as she guided my feet onto the stirrups and strapped them in place or when she fastened a belt across my stomach. A large mirror took up most of the wall I was facing. As I looked at myself in that bulging diaper I had a terrible feeling it was actually a one-way viewing window. She pressed a button and the back of the chair lowered, pulling me back into a lying position, as the stirrups lifted my legs above me and spread them apart. “Okay. Now for the yucky bit.” She undid the tapes open and let my diaper fall open. She pulled a face but got to work, cleaning me with baby wipes. Working methodically, Dr. Patel started just under my stomach and then moved down to the base of my cock. I couldn’t help growing a little hard as she began to wipe the shaft. “Enjoying the attention?” She giggled and moved on to my balls, which did nothing to reduce my arrousal. Continuing to work her way down, she cleaned the mess off my bottom then wiped through my crack. She lingered on my butthole, pressing gently until it yielded to her fingers. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and my cock grew even harder. “I see you like that.” She smiled, removing her fingers from my arse and wiping the rest of my crack. “You’re going to love the procedure then.” “What procedure?” I did not like the sound of that. “What are you going to do to me?” “You’ll find out in just a moment.” She wiped my lower back and after inspecting her work declared. “There. All clean.” Leaving me strapped in place, She threw the used diaper and wipes into a nearby bin and moved to a sink to wash her hands. She took her time, either being very thorough or just deliberately making me wait, helpless with my bare bottom presented to that mirror. . Finally, Dr.Patel opened a cabinet, from which she removed a metallic cylinder. She carried it over to me and smiled at me from between my raised legs. “This is why we had to make sure your bottom was cleaned out.” She held up the cylinder, confirming my fears. “And the muscle relaxants will help it go in without hurting you.” I heard a clink as she put the device aside, then felt her fingers penetrating my butthole again but this time they were cold and slimy. “Just some lubrication to help it go in.” She explained, spreading the gel. I started to grow hard again in spite of my fear of what was coming next. Dr. Patel withdrew her fingers. A moment later I felt the smooth rounded end of the metal device replace them. “Just relax.” She said gently as she pushed it inside me. I gasped as I felt it slide deeper inside me. Precum started dribbling from the end of my rock-hard cock. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” She slid the device out a little. Then back in, slightly deeper than before. “Now I just have to find the right spot.” She moved it in and out a couple more times then said. “There.” I yelped as I felt a brief stinging pain inside me. I lasted less than a second but it seemed it was enough to make my erection disappear as Dr. Patel pulled the device out of my bottom. “What did you do to me?” I asked. “I’ve just installed your prostate chip.” She put the device down and returned to the sink to wash her hands again. When she returned, she stood at my side. “Now let’s test it.” She gently stroked my, now limp, cock. It felt good but I didn’t start to get hard again. “Good.” She began tapping on a bracelet on her left wrist and my cock became fully erect. “Excellent.” She tapped a couple more times and suddenly I began to squirt cum onto my stomach and chest. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any pleasure from this orgasm. “What did you do to my cock?” I demanded. “The chip is connected to the nerves in your bottom and groin.” She took out more baby wipes and cleaned the cum off of me. “Among other things, it lets us control your erections and ejaculations. Men have proven they can’t be trusted to control their penises so the chip gives that control to someone more responsible.” “What sort of feminist bullshit is this?” I demanded. “You bitches need a good…” I stopped and screamed as I suddenly felt a pain just like getting kicked in the balls. “That’s one of the other things it does.” She tapped her bracelet and the pain was instantly gone. “Behave yourself and you won’t have to feel that too often.” She took out a tissue and wiped up the tears running down the sides of my face. “You’re going to be a good boy for me aren’t you?” I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but I didn’t ever want to feel that pain again. I remained silent and turned my head away from her. I heard her moving around then heard a plastic crinkling sound and turned to find her back between my legs, unfolding another big diaper. I was too afraid to say anything so I just laid there pouting silently as she slid it under my bottom. Once she had me taped into my new diaper, she moved the chair back up into the sitting position. “Don’t you touch that diaper.” She warned as she released me from the straps. “Now let’s introduce you to Ms. Harbourne.” She led the way out of the room. I hesitated. “Like this? In just a diaper?” “Of course. That’s how all of the boys dress.” She held the door open. “Now hurry up if you don’t want to get in trouble.” She motioned toward her bracelet. I quickly followed her out of the room into a hallway. At the other end, Dr. Patel knocked on a door. “Yes?” came a woman’s voice. “Come in.” She pushed the door open and led me into the room where a well-dressed woman sat behind a large ornate desk. She was middle-aged but still in great shape. “Rachel.” Dr. Patel greeted the woman. “I’ve installed Robert’s prostate chip and it is working properly.” “Thankyou Inika.” The woman ignored me for a moment and addressed Dr. Patel . “Good night.” “Goodnight.” Dr. Patel left me alone with the woman. “Hello Robert.” She smiled at me. “You may call me Ms. Harbourne.” When I didn’t respond, she said. “Don’t be rude Robert. I’m sure Dr. Patel warned you what happens to boys who are rude.” I looked at her wrist. She wore a bracelet just like Dr. Patel’s. “Hello Ms Harbourne.” I said, feeling like a schoolboy greeting his teacher. “Good boy. You can sit down.” She indicated a chair in front of her desk and sat on it. “I’m sure you’re very confused right now.” She went on. “You are in a little town I have founded as a model for a new society, one where women are in charge. I was sick of being mistreated by men and after the divorce settlement I had the resources to do something about it. I made contact with talented women who shared my feelings and together we built all of this.” “So, you’re punishing me for being a man?” I asked, hoping that maybe there was some way to talk my way out of the bizarre situation I had found myself in. “Oh no honey. This isn’t a punishment.” She said with genuine sweetness. “We don’t hate men. We understand that you can’t control yourselves. It’s not your fault. I promise that you are safe and we will take good care of you. If you accept your new position I’m sure you can be very happy here.” “And If I’m not happy here?” I asked. “Can I leave?” “No. I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” She said, “You would tell people what we are doing before we were ready and they would come and ruin everything.” I sighed. It was worth a try. “Okay but what about the diapers?” "Men have always needed women to take care of them like you are babies and we are your mommies." She explained. “Keeping you in diapers just makes that explicit.” "I thought you said it wasn't a punishment." Maybe I could at least negotiate a less humiliating outfit. "It isn't. It is just a reminder of your dependence on us, to keep your ego under control. When a man's ego gets too big it only creates problems for himself and everyone else." She explained patiently, as though she was speaking to a small child. "I know this feels like a punishment right now because you think it is humiliating. That's just your ego creating a problem for you. Let it go, accept your dependence and you will be quite comfortable in your diapers." Without thinking, I rolled my eyes at this. “Bullshit.” I realised my mistake a moment too late. “Robert.” Ms Harbourne rose from her seat and her tone became suddenly stern. “I will not accept rude language from you.” “I’m sorry.” I said. I was about to burst into tears as I anticipated the pain from the device they put in my butt. However, as she made her way around the desk, she didn’t reach for her bracelet. “I understand that you’re cranky. It is past your bedtime but next time you use bad language you will be punished.” Her voice was already softening again. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “Good Boy.” She was smiling again. “Now, I’d better get you to bed.” Ms Harbourne held out her hand. I hesitated for a moment but knew she could force me if she wanted to so I got to my feet and took it. She led me out of her office and back through the building to an entryway with double glass doors looking out into the dark night. “It’s a bit chilly outside.” She took some neatly folded baby blue fabric from a nearby shelf. “Let's get you into this.” She let part of the fabric hang down, a pair of blue fuzzy legs. “Step in.” She held it out for me. Eager to finally have my diaper hidden, I did as I was told. The material was soft and warm. The feet were closed and had rubber soles built in. Ms Harbourne pulled the rest of the material up my body and guided my arms in before pulling up a long zip which ran all the way from my left foot up to my neck. I realised that I’d just been dressed in a footed bodysuit like a baby but I didn’t mind. It felt snug and comforting. Outside, I tried to get my bearings. As Ms Harbourne led me along a footpath, I looked for the big building where Melanie and I had found Brad. If I could identify that, I could figure out how to get back to my car. “This is my house.” She indicates the building we were walking toward. “You’ll stay with me until we decide who will adopt you.” I rolled my eyes at the idea of being adopted. Fortunately, she wasn’t looking at me. Then I spotted the building I was looking for. From where I was, I could see the entrance and, above it, a sign which read “Milking Shed.” I was about to make a break for it when I remembered that I didn’t have my keys. With a sigh, I followed Ms Harbourne into the house. As soon as we were inside, she unzipped my bodysuit. Reluctantly, I allowed her to remove it, leaving me in just my diaper again. I wasn’t cold, It seemed that the buildings here were kept at a comfortable temperature for walking around naked. From the entrance, she led me into the living room. Two long white leather sofas and a large marble coffee table were in the centre of the room, leaving plenty of space on every side. An enormous television took up most of one wall. The other walls were decorated with paintings. “Now, I do need to get you into bed.” She said, “But, before that, are you hungry?” My stomach had settled down since the laxatives and was now feeling very empty. “Yes.” “I thought you might be.” She sat at the end of one of the sofas. “Come and sit with me.” She patted the cushion next to her. I didn’t understand what was going on but I didn’t want to get in trouble so I joined her. As I did, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open and, with absolutely no hesitation, undid a clip at the front of her bra, releasing her breasts. From my position, next to her on the sofa, I could just see the smooth pink skin behind her open blouse and the large, dark nipple protruding from that. I nearly got up for a better view but that wasn't necessary because she turned to face me, showing me everything. She then began massaging her breasts, one in each hand, kneading the soft flesh. I didn't know what was going on but I was afraid that if I asked she might stop. Out of habit, my hand found its way down to my groin and started rubbing my cock through my diaper. However it remained totally limp, apparently unimpressed by the show. “What’s the matter?” Ms Harbourne teased gently. “Is your diaper wet?” I blushed and moved my hand away but kept watching her play with her breasts. Soon drops of liquid began to form on the nipples. She looked down and smiled. "Okay. I think they are ready for you.” “Huh?” I was confused. “Ready for what?” “To nurse, silly.” She collected some of the liquid on her finger and transferred it to my lips. It tasted sweet. “This will be your food from now on.” I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly liked the idea of putting her breasts in my mouth. However, drinking her milk, especially while dressed like a giant baby, wasn’t appealing at all. “Don’t be shy.” Her hands moved to gently guide my head down into position. Frozen by indecision, I neither cooperated nor resisted and she pulled my face against her chest. I felt her firm, wet nipple pressed against my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. Part of me wanted to open wide and get a mouthful of breast but I couldn’t bring myself to surrender to this babyish treatment. “Open up.” Mr Harbourne said, her tone as sweet as the milk I could already taste dribbling into my mouth. Resting my head against one arm, she took hold of her breast with the opposite hand and rubbed her nipple back and forth over my lips. “Come on. All men love boobies.” She wiggled a finger in between my lips and used it to force my mouth open. “Just another way you never really grow up.” I considered biting her finger but I was sure that would not end well for me. She soon managed to pry my mouth open enough to force her breast in. “There you go.” I tried to protest but intelligible speech was impossible with my lips wrapped around her nipple and the movement just made her milk squirt into my mouth. I swallowed it and the action squeezed more out, it was a vicious cycle and I soon realised the only way out would be to nurse until the milk was finished. Luckily, it actually tasted pretty good. She let out a sigh of pleasure as I settled into a rhythm “See. It’s not so bad.” She was clearly enjoying this. “We know you boys never grow out of needing to breastfeed. It’s why you’re obsessed with our breasts. You turn it into something crass but that’s just because you can’t admit what you really need.” Unable to argue, I just continued sucking and swallowing. She held me firmly against her body. “We’ve developed a way to make our breast milk a complete and balanced diet for an adult. You’ll never need to eat anything else.” Her breathing and little involuntary movements told me she was enjoying this. When the milk from that breast stopped, she moved me to the other one. She stroked my naked back, running her hand down to the waistband of my diaper and back up. “Good boy. Drink it all up.” Finally, I finished and Ms Harbourne released me. “Okay. Now let’s get you to bed.” Not bothering to refasten her bra or blouse, she stood and led me deeper into the house. “This will be your nursery for now.” She pushed open a door, revealing a bedroom furnished with an adult-sized cot and change table. Under the change table were stacks of diapers just like the one I was wearing. “Do you need a diaper change before bed?” Without waiting for a response, she patted the seat of my diaper and then gave my groin a little squeeze. “Nope. Still clean.” She lowered the side of the cot. “In you go.” When I hesitated her voice once again took on a stern edge. “Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty boys?” She didn’t need to remind me. I climbed into the cage and she pulled the side back up, clicking it into place. “Good night.” The edge was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “There’s a baby monitor.” She pointed at a baby blue plastic device mounted high on the wall. It had a camera pointed down into the cot. “So I can check on you. If there’s anything wrong, just call out and I’ll hear you.” With that, she turned off the light and left, closing the door behind her. Now alone, I considered ripping off the diaper. However, that would leave me naked. My next thought was climbing out of the cot. The bars weren’t too high. I could easily pull myself over them but then I considered the camera. I had no way to know if Ms Harbourne was watching. I decided that she’d just glance at the video occasionally and the chances she was watching right then were slim. I’d have to risk it. I pulled myself up and threw one leg over the rail. Suddenly, the pain hit me again. I let go, instinctively moving my hands to protect my groin. As I fell backward, I wet myself from the shock and pain. I hit the mattress and the pain stopped. “Crazy bitch!” I said, angrily. Moments later, the door opened and Ms Harbourne stepped inside. “I warned you about using bad language.” She turned on the light and crossed the room to the cot. I was so afraid that I wet myself again as she lowered the side. “Come here.” She held out a hand. Reluctantly, I took it and let her help me out of the cot. She led me to a chair where she sat. "Lay here." She patted her lap. "What?" I didn't understand. "Boys who say bad words get spanked." She explained. "No way." I backed away. "I am not letting you spank me." She made an exaggerated motion toward her bracelet. "Be careful, Robert." I got the message and positioned myself across her lap. She hooked he fingers over the back waistband of my diaper and pulled it down just far enough to expose my butt cheeks. Whack. Her palm came down on my bare bottom, making me yelp in pain. It stung far more than I had expected. "Why does it hurt so much?" I whined, pathetically. Whack. She gave me another smack before explaining. "Your prostate chip lets me adjust your sensitivity down there. I have turned it up to help you learn your lesson." Whack. "I've learned it." Whack.I wet myself once again as the next impact landed. Whack. The pain and humiliation were too much and I started to sob. "I'm sorry." I flinched as her hand came back down to rest gently on my tender bottom. "It's okay. It's finished." She left her hand there for a moment then said. "Go get up on the change table and I'll get you into a dry diaper." I stood up, still crying and waddled over to the change table with my soggy diaper hanging off my throbbing bottom. I climbed up on the table and laid down on the soft towelling on top.. Ms Harbourne came over to the table and untaped the diaper. “You’ve really soaked this one.” She rolled it up and dropped it into the bin with a heavy thud.. “I think I’m going to need to keep you in thicker diapers at night.” I just laid there trying to get my sobbing under control as she wiped my privates clean. The gentle, caring attention was soothing and by the time she slid the new diaper under my bottom, I had calmed down. The padding definitely felt thicker than my previous diaper and as she pulled it up between my legs, it forced them apart. I looked as she stuck the tapes in place. The shiny plastic bulged out ridiculously from my crotch. The print on this one was stars, all with friendly little faces. “Almost done. Just need to make sure the leak guards are right” Ms Harbourne announced, inserting a finger into each leg hole. It tickled but in a not-entirely unpleasant way. “Otherwise all the padding in the world won’t save your bed.“ I squirmed as she ran her fingers around my thighs. Clearly she’d left my bottom extra-sensitive. “Okay. Down you get and back into your cot.” I climbed down, moving awkwardly in the puffy diaper. With my knees forced apart, I couldn’t walk normally and waddled back to the cot. “You look adorable.” Mr Harbourne giggled as she followed me. “I might need to keep you in these overnight diapers full-time.” As I climbed back onto the mattress, she encouraged me with a gentle pat on my thickly padded bottom. “Now don’t try to get out again. I probably should have warned you that the cot has sensors which automatically trigger your chip if you get out.” She raised the bars back into place. “The same thing will happen if you get too far from one of these.” She held up her bracelet. “Goodnight Robert.” She once again turned off the light and left the room. Even sleeping was awkward in the enormous overnight diaper. I couldn’t lay on my side with the bulk between my thighs. I tried my back but the padding under my bottom made that uncomfortable. Finally I settled on sleeping on my stomach, of course this meant my diapered butt was sticking up in the air. I tried not to think about how babyish I looked.

Chapter XLV: Stinky girl, Past and Present Janey sat on the blanket, nibbling on her binky and luxuriating in the sticky warmth thoroughly coating her nether regions. It had been a big poo for her, thick and yet soft, and it had well and truly filled her diaper, spreading gloriously to the back and the front by hydraulic pressure when she sat down in it. Her diaper was, at least as far as she could tell, effectively containing everything, but of course that was not really a matter for her concern, was it? The odor about her was intense, and yet not really rancid like her stinkies were sometimes, and she found herself glorying in it, taking a curious sort of pleasure in the whole effect. She felt well and truly filthy, and this had her feeling intensely aroused; a very naughty smile was showing around the edges of her pacifier’s face shield and in her eyes. Though she was ostensibly watching the cartoons dancing on the screen before them, she kept sneaking glances at Danny, sitting beside her. She was delighted to notice that he was having a very difficult time indeed paying attention to anything but her, in her cute dress and pigtails, reeking of poop. She continued to pretend she was watching TV, but could not resist the temptation to shift in her seat every so often, reveling in the sensation of her warm poop shifting beneath her and listening to her diaper crinkle, glancing at Danny to make sure he noticed, too… And indeed Danny did notice, could not help but notice. Closer to the truth would be to say that he was mesmerized, trying not to stare but drinking in her every move, every whiff of the stinky load squishing beneath her. His cock was a bar of absolute iron, almost painfully tenting out the thick soggy padding surrounding it, and it twitched and responded to every move and every crinkle of the poopy princess beside him. Nervously, tentatively, he reached a hand toward her butt, sheepishly seeking to feel the lump through her huggies, knowing it would drive him even madder but unable to resist the temptation. Feeling his touch through the layers of padding and poop, she glanced at him with a deeply sexual fire in her eyes. She giggled from behind her binky, and shifted herself up onto her knees so he could investigate her befouled heinie more thoroughly. Still a bit nervously, Danny’s large hand slid along the satin surface of her baby pants, spreading open to cup the mass beneath her and gently squeezing it, pressing it against her body and spreading it further to the front and back. She continued to giggle, adjusting herself to better allow this exploration and thoroughly enjoying both the sensation itself and the intimacy of the shared moment; the awed look on his face…his lust coming at her full force… And through it all, that nasty, earthy nursery aroma of soiled diaper ringed them both round… In the midst of this reverie came, unbidden, a memory of another time she had shared her soiled diaper with a man other than daddy, in similar manner and with similar effect. The second day that Rick, Daddy’s school friend, had been sleeping on their couch during his post-divorce visit, Daddy had gone out in the afternoon to run a couple of errands, leaving Janey and Rick alone. They had not attempted to hide their adult baby lifestyle from Rick; it would have been difficult with him there in their home, and Rick had been unable to hide either his attraction to Janey or his definitely unchaste interest in her in her baby role. The previous night, she and Daddy had excitedly discussed the possibility of giving Rick the opportunity to indulge this interest, but as of this particular day nothing had been mentioned to Rick about it. It had also been neither mentioned nor demonstrated that she used her diapers for number two. Now here she and Rick were, alone in the house in the late afternoon, sexual tension bubbling between them while each attempted to work on their respective computers, when an entirely predictable tension, or rather pressure, began building in her insides… As the pressure built, she pondered how to proceed, knowing the “rules” and what Daddy would expect, but unsure how Rick would react to this particular element of her adult baby situation; little Janey as a stinky girl. On the other hand this was their house, and she had not at that point used the toilet for anything for many months. The slowly building relentless pressure was not going away, however, and in the end she decided it would simply have to be what it was, and she might as well discover how he felt about it. Saving her work, she rose from her chair, and walked over to where Rick was on the couch engrossed in his laptop. She paused by the arm of the couch and Rick glanced up, flashing her a smile. He was definitely an attractive fellow; a redhead, skinny like daddy, but shorter and a little hairier in general. His face exuded kindness as did his manner, and he had a gently receding hairline and a short slightly scraggly beard. She smiled down at him in return, her smile fading into a troubled expression as she succumbed to the urge to push a large, semi-solid log of poop into her already soggy huggies. Her change of expression had prompted a look of questioning concern from Rick; he really was a very sweet guy. “Are you okay?” he had ventured, concern in his voice as well as his look. Her troubled expression had continued a moment longer before brightening into a giggling, angelic smile, her passing complete and her diaper now home to a thick mass of poop. As if a confirmation of the act’s completion, the earthy stink of fresh poop, a relatively inoffensive version of fecal stench thank heaven, found her nostrils. Mild it might be, but it was strong, and she was certain it would reach his nose momentarily. “Janey good,” she said sheepishly in her baby talk voice, beginning to blush, shying away from his gaze but noting out of the corner of her eye the look of wonder on his face as her stink reached him and its significance dawned on him. “Di… did you just...?” he stuttered, dumbfounded. “Janey poo-poo,” she confirmed bashfully, blushing furiously while still avoiding his eyes. “Do you…,” said Rick, pausing to clear his throat. “I mean… Is it okay? I mean…do you need… help…?” Janey’s eyes, while avoiding Rick’s face, did not avoid him completely. The shorts he was wearing did very little to hide his growing erection. She had guessed right, won her gamble. Confidence boosted, she stepped around the arm of the couch in front of him. Pushing her luck still further, she sat down on his knee, feeling her poop squish beneath her, sure that he could feel it as well. She cuddled up against his chest, her leg intentionally rubbing against his very awake manhood. She lay her head on his chest, cuddling up like a real little girl, and Rick found himself wrapping his arm around her, cuddling her back just like he would an actual child. She lay there for a moment in his arms, before raising her head to look him in the face. “Weww…” she said in her finest baby talk, still blushing furiously. “Wicky ca’ change Janey if he wan’ to… but Daddy’ll take cawe o’ Janey heinie whe’ he get home…” “You… I mean…” stammered Rick, totally unprepared for her boldness, and clearly feeling that lump of poop on his leg through her diaper. “You… you don’t mind… I mean… you don’t mind… sitting in it like that?” “No…,” replied Janey softly, averting her eyes once more and blushing even more intensely, sheepishly admitting, “Janey like bein’ a stinky girl.” She cuddled up closer again, the stink of her loaded diaper wreathed all around them both, and then, to Rick’s surprise, she turned to kiss him. This was no chaste, little girl kiss, but a full on adult kiss, complete with tongue. It was intoxicating, and before he realized what he was doing, his other hand was greedily fondling her cleavage through her cute babyish frock. Janey responded by reaching down and caressing his now raging cock through his shorts. It had been some time since Rick had had any sexual attention, his divorce had been a drawn out affair, and her hand upon his manhood had him positively burning. Never had he imagined such a situation as this: an extremely sexy, adult woman dressed up like an oversized toddler, down to her underwear, and acting the part to the point that she was now in his arms with a full load of shit in her pants. He felt like he was dreaming, the wildest wet-dream he had ever had. While he had explored many corners of the internet over the years and was aware this was a thing for some people, never had he imagined that he would respond to it like this. He was so overwhelmed by the experience, he was entirely engrossed for several minutes before it even occurred to him that this was his old friend’s wife… that there were reasons he should not do this… at least he thought there were… Finally, his mind starting to work, he forced himself to draw away from their feverish embrace. Notably, Janey’s hand did not stop rubbing on his throbbing member… “Is… is this okay?” He asked, wincing a little as he heard his own voice, husky with desire. “I mean, David’s going to kill me…” Janey looked deep into his eyes, smiling at him with and expression both angelic and impish, and started to giggle. “No he won’, siwwy!” she exclaimed merrily. “Daddy wike Janey socia’ize, pway wit’ otha dingies. He say maybe Janey wike pway wit’ Wicky’s. Wicky wike Janey pway wit’ Wicky’s dingy?” The combined look of relief and surprise on Rick’s face was something to behold. “You mean he… you say he likes you to… to ‘socialize’ with other men?” he asked, seeking confirmation with his heart pounding in his chest. “He likes it when you play with other… other ‘dingies’?” “Uh-huh!” she said matter of factly, still fully in her little girl mode, cuddling in close once and continuing to rub on him. “Daddy wike pway wit’ otha kitty-cats, too, and otha boobies!” “So you two have an…an open relationship?” he asked, finally grasping it, hardly able to believe such an opportunity had, nearly literally, fallen into his lap. “And you want to.. to ‘play’… with me?” “Mmm-hmm!” she said, raising her head from his chest with an impish grin and nodding emphatically.”O-pen! Wicky wan’ Janey kiss hi’ dingy, make i’ betta? He no havta change Janey heinie fo kisses…” Not awaiting a response, she wriggled off his lap, sliding to the floor between his knees. Angelically she smiled up at him, hunger plain to see in her. One hand reached out for his cock once more, pawing at him imploringly, while the other reached up and started undoing his belt. Rick had had blowjobs before, of course, but never had a woman offered him such service with such obvious eagerness, and surely never one with pigtails and poop in her pants. His reservations melted away, and he unfastened his top button and unzipped his fly, raising his behind off the couch and sliding his shorts and boxers down around his ankles. Janey squealed with delight as his raging member was revealed in all its glory. Her hand, momentarily withdrawn, darted back to it, wrapping around it and feeling it throb in her hand as her lips and tongue hungrily enveloped the head. Slowly, expertly, she began stroking it in and out, caressing the sensitive flesh with her lips and tongue. The sensation was exquisite, his need so dire, the smell of her diaper’s cargo so filthy and strangely exotic, Rick could do nothing but stare at her and hold on for the ride as she devoured him. Her eyes flashed up and locked with his, and his hand reached out and cupped her cheek as the rhythm of her stroking slowly increased. “I…I’m going to…” he sputtered, his voice thick in his own ears, “I’m…” It was too late to finish his thought, and with a grunt and a buck of his hips, his cock discharged a substantial load of his semen into her mouth in a few short spurts. Hungrily anticipating this, she did not miss a beat in swallowing it down, milking each spurt with practiced timing, the thick sour fluid leaving its tart aftertaste in her mouth as she finally withdrew, smiling up at him. “Wicky feew betta?” she asked, giggling. “He make lotsa spermies!” In the fog of afterglow, Rick had just smiled at her, amazed by her. Slowly, languidly, she had stood up, and bent down to pull his shorts back up and over his knees. After a moment, with a grunt and a sigh, he had picked his butt up and pulled his shorts all the way back on, fastening the button and fly. Gently, she had sat down on his knee again, her poop mooshing beneath her once more, and cuddled up once more. Rick had held her, gently stroking her cheek. She had closed her eyes, feeling very close to him. “Thank you,” came his voice in her ear. “That was…amazing. You…you don’t know how I needed that.” “My pleasure, Rick, truly,” she said in her adult voice, the first time he had heard it all afternoon. “I do know you needed it, and more than that I wanted to give it to you. It was a joy for me, too. And I want to give you more, if you’d like more. More of the same, or anything else you want. After my bath, when I’m all clean, I will come to you… if you want. Daddy won’t object, and he won’t interrupt, I promise… he wants you to have it, to have me, too…” “I…,” he said, again with some difficulty believing such good fortune. “I’d like that…” And Daddy had found the two of them just like that when he came home, asleep in each other’s arms, the smell of poop strong in the room. It was a beautiful sight, and he did not disturb them until just before dinner time. Janey told him what had happened while he was changing her diaper, but he had strongly suspected, and he told her he was proud of her and happy for him. They had had their own fun then, good fun with a rare intensity. And she had indeed come to Rick after her bath, and their lovemaking had also been wonderful. It had happened many times thereafter during his visit, and there had been other visits… Rick was due to visit again in two months… What would Danny think about that, she wondered? This thought brought Janey back into the here and now, where another kind and wonderful man was experiencing the feel and aroma of her stinky diaper with a very similar sort of lust-laden awe. She shifted herself from her squat, planting herself on his lap, just as she had with Rick. There was a soggy diaper padding his erection, but there was no missing that monster projecting from his crotch, diaper or no. Just as she had with Rick, she cuddled up to him, laying her head on his chest, her hand stroking and squeezing the massive lump between his legs. He was holding her close when Daddy came back in, and the same memory came to his mind that had run through Janey’s, of Janey and Rick so long ago. Beautiful… “Alright, kids. Dinner’s almost ready,” He said cheerfully. “But first, time to change those heinies! I smell one very stinky girl!”

Chapter 17 Sandy enjoyed the finger painting. It was nice to just stick her fingers into the pots of paint and let them glide over the paper. The feel of the paint on her hands and how it squished between her fingers brought her back to her childhood, but like every time she thought about her childhood she frowned. The loneliness of her childhood was a constant and that followed her well into her teens, her parents were practically nonexistent in her life. Sandy looked down at the little stick figure family that she had made, and was about to take a big glob of red paint to it when Michelle interrupted her. “You made us!” Michelle exclaimed as she leaned on Sandy to get a better look at the picture. Sandy had made a little green hill with some stick people on it and a yellow sun in the top left corner. “What? No… I was just trying to make a nice picture. That’s it.” Sandy sighed as she turned away and wiped the globe of red paint off of her hands with a paper towel, though her hands were stained red. “No, you made us. See, there is Mommy, Daddy, me, and you.” Michelle said as she pointed to the stick figures, two of them were distinctly bigger than the other two, Sandy had even given the two little ones hair that matched Michelle and herself, brown and black respectively. “I did… I did make us.” Sandy stared at the paper and paint. After a few seconds light tears started to well up in her eyes as she realized that she had painted four figures and not three as she had thought. She had painted her family. “Awww, that is such a cute picture.” Luna smiled as she looked over from her geometric rainbow patterned piece. The amazon had used her nails to get the fine outlines before using her fingers to fill it in, “Are you done with it? I can put it on the drying table and then you can start another one if you want.” Luna said before noticing Sandy was starting to tear up, “What’s wrong sweetie?” Sandy just shook her head and rubbed her eyes with her arm, “Nothing, I’m fine. C-could you put it on the drying table, I wanna show my…” Sandy paused for a bit, “My family.” Lunda nodded and smiled. Just as she was about to pick the paper up she noticed something missing from the paper, “Sweetie, you haven’t signed the painting yet silly.” “Signed it?” Sandy looked at the paper, but before she could say anything else Luna had already grabbed her hand. “What color do you want to sign it with sweetie?” Luna cooed as she gently guided Sandy’s pointer finger towards the paint pots. “Um… red!” Sandy blurted out the first color that came to her mind, it was probably red because that was the last color she had put on her finger even though she had not actually used it for what she had intended to. “That's a good color.” Luna gently dipped Sandy’s hand into the pot before bringing it over to the bottom left corner of the paper, “Do you know how to spell your name?” Sandy nodded, “Yeah, of course.” Sandy took offense to the question. She could still spell her name, stuff like that she couldn’t have forgotten, “It’s S then A then N then D then Y!” Sandy smirked a bit at Luna. Luna chuckled a bit, “Very good sweetie, but can you write that?” Luna smiled. She had seen littles with expressions like Sandy’s, so confident in their abilities only to be surprised when they found out that their writing skills had degraded from minimal use. “Um…” Sandy looked down at the paper. She could picture the letters in her mind but they were fuzzy and she couldn’t picture the exact way to make them. She couldn't believe that her writing skills had degraded so much, “Help please.” Luna smiled and gently placed her fingers around Sandy’s paint covered pointer finger, “Now, let's start with the S. It's like a snake, S for snake.” Luna slowly moved Sandy’s finger along the paper so that it made an S. “S for snake.” Sandy mumbled as she let the amazon move her finger. She should know this, she really should. “Good girl!” Luna praised the little, “Now we are going to move to the A. It looks like a roof. So, A for a roof.” Luna said as guided the finger so that it made an A on the paper. Ms.Hearth looked over at Luna and raised an eyebrow at the example she had used. It was unique to say the least. She would have to talk to Luna about that later. “Next is N. It looks like someone sitting down and getting ready for nap time. So, N is for nap.” Luna smiled, she was proud of herself for thinking about these on the fly. Typically stuff like this was the domain of Cecil or Ms.Hearth, but even then teaching littles anything beyond the very basics was a bit frowned upon by some. Luna gently moved Sandy’s finger to form the N. Sandy watched as Luna guided her hand across the paper. She was remembering the little lesson that Luna was giving her, “Snake, a roof, Nap.” Sandy thought to herself. “Now, D looks like a diaper, D for diaper.” Luna chuckled a bit as she moved Sandy’s finger. That was an easy one for even a little to comprehend. The next one would be a bit more difficult, “Now for the Y…. lets see.” Luna paused for a second, “It looks like someone taking a very big yawn, so Y is for yawn.” Luna nodded a bit to assure herself as she moved Sandy’s hand across the paper to form the Y. “That's it, right?” Sandy looked up at Luna. She was running the pattern through her mind a few times, “Snake, a roof, nap, diaper, yawn.” Sandy thought. “Yep, that’s it. I'm very proud of you for writing your name and I bet your mommy and daddy will be as well. Now, I am going to take this to the drying table, okay?” Luna smiled and pet Sandy on the head before picking up the paper and carrying it over to the table. Ms.Hearth met her at the table. “A roof, really?” Ms.Hearth crossed her arm and shook her head, more in amusement than being actually upset at Luna. “I had to think on my feet, it is not my fault that a capital A looks like a roof.” Luna rolled her eyes before glancing over to the office doors, “Have you heard anything from Cecil, she has been in there for a bit.” Ms.Hearth dismissed Luna’s concerns, “Cecil knows what she is doing. She should be just letting Lilly to relax and then she will coax her out of the sweatshirt.” Ms.Hearth smiled at Luna, “But, if it will make you feel better I will go check up on them, okay?” Luna smiled a bit, “Thank you. I’m sorry about worrying over Lilly when we have so many other littles to look after. I just can’t help but want to give her that extra bit of attention because well.” Luna sighed a bit before being cut off by her boss. “She is different.” Ms.Hearth nodded a bit, “I get it, I do.” Ms.Hearth gave Luna a few pats on the head, “I trust Cecil and I know for a fact that you do too. How long have you known each other?” “Nearly five years now.” Luna nodded a bit in response to Ms.Hearth. She did trust Cecil, she was one of her best friends in the world, “You’re right, I was being foolish.” Ms.Hearth shook her head, “No you were not. You were being caring and that is what we expect of you here.” Ms.Hearth smiled a bit, “Now, I am going to go check on Cecil and Lilly. Can I trust you to hold down the fort?” “Yes Ma’am!” Luna smiled at her boss. “Atta girl.” Ms.Hearth smiled and ruffled Luna’s hair before entering her office and shutting the door behind her. Luna nodded a few times and smiled to herself before getting back to checking on the littles. __________ After Luna had taken her piece of paper to the drying table, Sandy was given another piece of paper, but she didn’t really feel like painting anymore. She was too busy thinking about what would happen during the trip to Earth. After Luna had helped her with her spelling she started to try and go through her mind to figure out what other skills she had lost or were degrading since she had entered the care of her amazons. She had only been in Amazonia for a few weeks at the most, right? Sandy ran through her memories from when she first arrived in the dimension to where she was now. Sandy remembered her pre dimension orientation, the bus ride into the dimension, and there was this guy that she talked to. She couldn’t remember his name, he had kinda blonde frizzy hair, maybe. Sandy shook her head a bit, she met him in passing so it wasn’t a big deal if she didn’t totally remember him. “Whatcha doing?” Charlie asked, disrupting Sandy’s concentration. “I’m trying to think. I’m trying to see if I can remember everything that has happened since I left Earth.” Sandy sighed a bit, she could remember the big things that had happened: her finding Michelle, her shooting that amazon at the festival, and then her waking up in her new home. After that her memories get fuzzy, she could remember bits and pieces but not much beyond that. “You sure? Cause it looks like you are trying to pee.” Charlie shrugged a bit before her vision was drawn to the office door opening and two amazons emerging. The tomboy could just make out a little resting in the arms of one of the amazons, “Lilly!” Charlie smiled and ran towards the two amazons. Sandy was amazed, she had never seen a diapered little move that fast. She knew that Charlie was diapered, she had seen the outline in the girl’s overalls when she bent over. “How is she that fast?” Sandy stared in amazement as Charlie made her way to the amazons’ side. “Thin diapers.” Michelle answered as she cleaned her hands with a paper towel, “Her amazons keep her in relatively thin diapers, at least compared to us.” Michelle smiled a bit as she saw Lilly, “Thinner diapers means more frequent diaper changes, which is supposed to help deepen the bond between amazon and little, plus she likes running around which helps her burn off energy.” Michelle shrugged a bit, “She likes them so I guess they work.” “Makes sense I guess.” Sandy nodded, she didn’t think Charlie’s diapers were any different from her and Michelle’s, but then again whenever Charlie needed a change it's not like Sandy was paying attention, quite the opposite. Sandy smiled a bit as she watched Charlie jump around and try and talk with Lilly who was resting in Cecil’s arms, sans sweatshirt. It seems that whatever had gone on inside the office had convinced Lilly to not be a crying mess at the prospect of not wearing her sweatshirt, “Lilly looks better.” “Look who wanted to join you girls.” Cecil smiled as she walked towards Michelle and Sandy’s table, “It took a bit of talking but Lilly feels much better now, isn’t that right sweetie?” Lilly nodded a bit and rubbed her eyes a bit. It did seem like the little had been crying a bit. Lilly’s eyes were slightly red and puffy but not terribly so. To an amazon, littles were an overly emotional bunch so crying was to be expected. “Are you feeling better now?” Charlie asked, any nervous energy left in the girl was finding its way out of the little in the form of little hops Charlie was using to try and get a better look at Lilly. “Yeah, I’m better now. Thank you.” Lilly smiled softly as Cecil set her down next to the table. Lilly was now wearing a soft gray t-shirt that came down to just about her sweat pants, allowing for Sandy to see the very top of the girl’s diaper. “Alright girls, do you think that you can help Lilly get started with her painting?” Cecil asked the assembled littles as she helped Lilly into one of the plastic chairs. “Yeah!” Charlie replied, happy to have her friend back. Within seconds Charlie had moved most of the painting supplies to where Lilly had sat down, “Feeling better Lilly?” “Yeah, Cecil calmed me down and then we talked for a bit.” Lilly smiled softly as she started to stick her fingers in a pot of green paint. “What kinda stuff?” Charlie asked as she hovered around Lilly’s shoulders. “Stuff stuff.” Lilly just shrugged a bit, it seemed like the little didn’t really want to talk about it. Seeing this, Sandy decided to intervene. “Hey, Charlie. Why don’t you help Ash with her finger painting? It looks like she could learn a thing or two from you.” Sandy said as she glanced over at the new little, a look of mild annoyance spread across Ash’s face. “What? I don’t need any help!” Ash piped up as Charlie quickly switched from hovering around Lilly to hovering around Ash. “Sure ya do! Look you can put some purple right there and then some blue right there!” Charlie smiled as she started to point and gesture to various spots on Ash’s paper. “Thanks for the diversion. Charlie means well but, she can get a bit… into it.” Michelle whispered to Sandy as they watched Lilly slowly start to move her finger across the paper. “No problem Michelle.” Sandy smiled and gave Michelle a quick peck on the cheek eliciting some giggles from the girl, “I’m always good at distractions.” Michelle smirked and gently shook her head, “Just try not to tick off the amazons.” “I’ll do my best.” She gently booped Michelle’s nose leaving a speck of red paint on the girl’s nose. “Hey!” Michelle giggled and dipped her finger into the green paint before booping Sandy’s nose leaving a similar dot. Sandy smirked and poked Michelle’s face a few more times leaving a few more dots on paint, “There, now you are a masterpiece.” Sandy giggled and stuck her tongue out. “I’ll show you a masterpiece.” Michelle raised her voice and got some of the green paint on her hand before lunging for Sandy. ------------------------ Ms.Hearth looked down at the two paint splattered littles before her desk. The amazon massaged her temples with her hands as she watched Luna try and clean the girls with wet wipes, a pile of multicolored stained wipes already accumulating on the ground. The older amazon inhaled deeply, “Luna, please explain what happened.” “So sorry ma’am!” Luna apologized as she kept trying to clean the girls’ skin of paint. She had given up trying to clean the now paint stained clothes which now laid in a pile by the desk leaving the littles in only their now paint stained diapers, “I turned my back to move some paintings to the drying table and when I turn around they are splashing paint on each other, “So sorry, ma’am. I mess up! Please don’t fire me!” Luna started to tear up as she frantically tried to clean the girl’s up. Ms. Hearth held up a hand, “Luna, stop. Take a deep breath, hold it, count to ten, and then exhale.” The older woman ordered, “I’m not going to fire you.” Luna nodded and did as she was instructed. She repeated the process a few times before wiping her eyes, “I’m sorry. It was a mistake and it won't happen again.” Ms. Hearth nodded, “I know dear. To be honest it is honestly impressive that they managed to get their clothes dirty even though they were wearing smocks. Just goes to show how littles are, you can’t keep your eyes off them for a second when messy substances are involved.” The woman smiled, “Let this be a learning experience dear, you can head back out, I will deal with these two personally.” “Yes ma’am.” Luna nodded as she gathered up the stained wet wipes and exited the office. “Now then.” The amazon couldn’t help but smile at the two littles, “What am I going to do with you two?” END OF CHAPTER

Scene #212 Every time I travel overseas, when I wake up there after my first night’s sleep, I never remember where I am. It’s that kinda waking up where your mind is alert before your body, and you know you’re awake but your eyes aren’t open, and you have no clue what time it is or where you are. Whose bed is this? What year is it? Did the spirits really do it all in one night? Who knows! But the one constant, the one thing that tells me all is well and that I may not know where I am but I also know exactly where I am: I’m right next to Mary. Eyelids too heavy to lift, brain to slow to think, but Mary feels exactly the same whether we’re at home or, this time, in Italy. My Mary, mia bella amore. The woman who was so nice but also so friggin mean to me the day before. And I’m not even taking about the shenanigans on the plane or in the airport. We landed in Rome slightly less tired than we would’ve had we flown in economy, and we followed the crowd in the general direction of baggage claim. Totally normal: find an atm to get some euros, go to collect our bags, and go to the metro to catch a train. O, EXCEPT FOR STOPPING ON THE WAY FOR A DIAPER CHANGE! Mary promised me she wasn’t gonna make me wear diapers the whole time, but the ENTIRE first day AND that night she did. Mean! And this might be stretching the meaning for words (but it isn’t!) up to that point constituted the entirety of our trip to that point, so technically she broke her word. Not that I called her on it, but I was thinking about it while she was applying that stupid thing to me in the restroom. It was late afternoon by the time we got to Florence and checked into our hotel. “Come,” she said to me and took me into the bathroom. “Your pampers dry?” “I’m jet lagged and feeling feisty, Mary. Don’t call em that.” “So you’re telling me they’re wet,” she said while she soaped up a face towel with cool water. “Look up for me.” “You like it when I’m exhausted,” I accused her. “It makes you feel even more needed when you take care of me … I feel like I have airplane on me.” “But underneath you’re my pretty little girl. We just gotta scrub the travel away … Feeling better?” “Mhmm. What about you? Can you make it past dinner time?” “Yeah. Awfully crowded out there, wasn’t it?” “Summertime. If we weren’t so desperate for a break, we would’ve waited til the fall.” I actually don’t need breaks so much as changes of scenery, what with me being a lady of leisure now. Mary, though, Mary needed a break big time. Glued to her desk for hours at a time, and she’s the nicest boss, but she was getting so tired I caught her getting a very teeny tiny bit short tempered with a direct report this one time. She never does that, and maybe they deserved it, but I also know Mary doesn’t like being that kinda boss. I took it as my cue to nag her about a vacation (even if it did make me feel like Lucy pestering Ricky to take her to the club), and also to submissive it up more. Seriously helps to de-stress when she’s taking care of me and when she’s smacking my butt repeatedly and hard. I don’t think it counts as bratting when you’re doing it to give your domme a reason to use your butt as a stress ball. I mean, she knows I know it’s naughty to draw on the wall (that’s why I use pencil), so it’s not like she thinks she’s teaching me an overdue lesson or anything … At least I think she knows I know. Cuz how embarrassing would that be, Mary thinking I still need to learn something everyone else knows by age 6. Not coloring on the walls and potty training, the things Mary pretends from time to time I still need to learn. Yep, our marriage is normal. Really. “Lemme check your pants,” Mary said to me. “Lemme check your pants,” I said back even though it wouldn’t have gone anywhere cuz we were way too tired to have sexy time. Makes me nostalgic for the good ol’ days when we were never too tired. Which were never, now that I think on it. We weren’t that young when we met. “You’re just damp,” she said and – get this – rebuttoned my pants. “But I wanna change,” I didn’t whine. You’re never too tired to not whine. That’s why I didn’t whine even though I was really tired and wanted back into panties. Really. “If you just let me take care of your huggies for the rest of today, tomorrow you can use that potty,” she said and pointed to the potty like a game show model gesturing to a prize, which was such a cheap jokes. I mean, like, yeah Mary, you just go ahead and tell yourself you’re on the cutting edge of comedy, ya big meanie. “It’s a toilet,” I didn’t mutter. “You hungry?” “Very, but we can’t eat yet,” I told her. “As soon as I eat something, I’m going to fall asleep.” We ended up walking to down the street from our hotel to what turned out to be Basilica San Lorenzo. Considering how many basilicas and chiese and pievi and catedrali and duomi we ended up visiting, it was a good starter basilica. Hey, ya know what’s a weird feeling? Standing in front of the tomb of a dead Medici wetting your pants. That is a thing that feels weird in every way it can, most of all mentally. I’m peeing next to a casket; o look, a fresco; gee, hope I don’t leak on this 500-year-old porphyry tile slab that costs more than my car; my life is weird. So is my wife, who I swear has like an ageplay radar. Anything ostensibly little, and she just senses it. For the record, of which I am the keeper and your ever true and honest and transparent and accurate recorder of things and deeds, I didn’t pee in the diaper because I was being little. I peed in it because I was being submissive: Mary told me I had to wear and use the diaper; she is my domme, I am her sub; I followed the rules because I am a good rule follower. The best, actually. True story. But does my wife distinguish between little and submissive? Yes but not consistently or always accurately, dammit! “Did you just potty in your pants,” she whispered to me. “Marrrry,” I hissed, “shush!” Telling your domme to shush is a totally okay thing to do even for the best rule following sub there ever was. True story. “I thought I recognized your potty face. Will your diaper hold up through dinner time?” I was looking past Mary when she said it, and I saw this lady (whom I instantly labeled a Karen even though they hadn’t done anything but I resented her anyway), looking at us out of the corner of her eye! O. My. Gawd! That lady heard! She heard! She’s looking cuz she heard! All the blood is draining to my face; I’m gonna stroke out; I’m gonna stroke out and they’re gonna bury me next to that Medici. Tourist dies of embarrassment in church; they buried her under that porphyry slab that cost more than her house. What is even happening? Has meaning lost all meaning?!? I can’t stand for this crap; it’s only our first day; draw a line in the sand and tell Mary no! Tell her she’s being a bad girl! Bad girl Mary! “Nurnensnooger. Nurnensnooger, Mary!” And she knew exactly what I meant! EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT! She didn’t even pretend she didn’t! She just leaned a little closer to me, probably grinning one of her Cheshire Cat grins but I couldn’t see cuz the stroke took my vision, and said only a little more quietly, “I tried my best to whisper. Those renaissance church builders really understood acoustics, huh?” Wipe that smile off your face this instant young lady! Which came out, “Luusifegirico!” And if she thinks she can make up for it just by kissing me on the forehead “(Kiss)” and putting her arm around me “(Sound of arm being put around me)” then she’s … not wrong. I mean, I wouldn’t say she made it up to me, but I would say I wasn’t mad at her. But only because I was too tired to be mad. Not because I have a humiliation fetish that just so happens to go really well what she said. And if you hear otherwise, tell that person they are mistaken and that if they repeat their mistake again you shall fetch them a very sharp blow upon the nose. We left and walked back up the street our hotel was on and stopped in a trattoria that looked good. I mean, it’s Tuscany so the food is pretty much all good. Sure, some places look fancier and the places farther from the big piazzas supposedly serve better food at lower prices to a more local clientele, but our priority was speed and proximity to our hotel. Eat, unpack, shower, sleep for twelve hours. Know what’s a nice reminder that no matter how good you think you’re getting at a language, you really aren’t? When you order in Italian and the waiter answers back in English. We had pizza (and I’m sooooo good at pronouncing ‘pizza’!). I don’t know why the pizza in Italy is so good; I’ve almost never had bad pizza in Italy; I’m guessing the freshness of the ingredients is why. The mozzarella forms this milky pool on top that blends with the fat from the salame and if they just poured that off into a cup, I’d pay €8 for it. True story. “The wine was a mistake,” I yawned. “Go right through your tummy and out into your pants?” “I (yawn) swear to (yawn) god, Mary.” “We have one more stop to make and then we can go back.” “Where?” “The pharmacy.” We walked to the end of the block, made a right, went two more blocks, made another right, and there was the pharmacy. The man greeted us, naturally, in Italian, and while I contented myself to look around the store and notice all the differences between what an Italian pharmacy carries versus an American, Mary was showing something on her phone to the man. He said something, and Mary said, “Piccola,” and I thought if Mary ever learns to speak Italian fluently I’ll never let her stop saying pretty words to me. And then I turned around. Gobsmacked. Like some smacked me right in my gob, and I don’t even know what one of those is. Mary, the woman who claims to love me more than anything and says she takes care of me and that I am the sun in her solar system was in the process of buying … adult diapers. So I stepped right up next to her and said (quietly cuz I have manners dammit!), “Whuh whoduh frup for serious are you serious right here right now?!?” To which Mary said (in the black speech of Sauron cuz I guess she’s just done pretending to be anything other than evil), “What? We couldn’t pack you a whole two weeks’ worth … Isn’t it interesting that they keep diapers for girls like you behind the counter here?” I was in damage control mode so I let that go even though I wanted to pull a Jesus-in-the-temple right then and there. The man gave Mary her change, which makes me wonder if maybe I should even let Mary have money ever again, and she picked up the bag and started walking away. “Marrryyy!” “Need a change before we leave?” “Bag! Hide them,” I panic-whispered. “They’re already in a bag, sweetums. And see, they even have this carrying handle. C’mon.” We got outside, Mary carrying a bag of adult diapers (adulto pannolini and dammit it all to friggin heccin heck and stuff!) right down the street past all these people! And I just had to go with her! “You planned this,” I accused her. “You … you … plotter! Nefarious! Notorious!” “For a little girl who still needs diapers, you sure know a lot of big words.” “Treasonous! And would you finally shush!” “I don’t think anyone can hear us over the vespas.” “Which is just how you planned it!” J’accuse, mon ami! “I looked up the hotel you booked, checked Maps for the nearest pharmacy, found their website, searched it for Daphne-sized diapers, and bookmarked the page to page to show the pharmacist just in case. If you wanna call that planning and be all histrionic about it, I guess yeah, I planned it.” “Stop being so proud of yourself.” “I did it for every hotel we’re staying in too,” she said so smugly I wanted to … to … to unsmug her good! “Could you please hide those or something?” I. Even. Said. Please. Because. I. Am. So. Much. More. Polite. And. Considerate. Than. Mary! “Yeah, Daff, I’ll hide a big square bag the size of a small suitcase under my shirt; that’ll draw less attention.” “And stop calling me unreasonable.” “I didn’t.” “You didn’t have to.” “Hold up.” O my gawd what now what now what now!?? “Want some gelato,” she asked me like she wasn’t carrying a bag of diapers. “What? Not now I heccin don’t,” I said to the batshit crazy person I married. “Well, I do. Hold these.” Stupid politeness reflexes making my arm just go out all on its own and hold the stupid bag of diapers. And dammit but Mary knows me cuz she ordered me some gelato too. And dammit but I want Mary to say cioccolato fondente too me in her sexy voice over and over and over again. “Put that on the ground at least,” I ordered her when she sat down with our gelato and put the bag right on the table. “No.” How dare she disobey my orders! Insubordinate! Obstinate! Meanie head! She continued cuz her defiance knows no bounds, “I want everyone to see. I want them to know I love my wife so much, I don’t even mind changing her diapers. But of course no one is paying attention, silly goose. Most don’t even know what’s in that bag.” “It has a diaper on it,” I spat through my teeth. “If they see it, which they won’t because they’re too busy doing their own thing.” “We are in one of the people-watching capitals of the world, Mary. Everyone comes out for the passeggiata just to see each other.” “You’re so knowledgeable. You’re like a little crinkly tour guide. A tour guide with a messy face.” Which is when she spit on a napkin and started wiping my face. Just … great. So I told her, “Gelato melts faster than ice cream because it’s made of milk instead of cream.” So, I, uh, yeah, put her right in her place. “Which is also why the flavor is more intense; there’s less fat to coat the tongue and block the taste buds.” Take … that? “My little foodie tour guide … Hey, Daffy?” “Yeah?” “Ya know that spot on your collarbone that turns red when you’re aroused? How big is it right now?” I just glared at her. “Is it this big?” She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger. Glare. “Is it this big?” Glarier glare. She made a circle with both her hands. “Is it this big?” Snarl. She threw her arms all the way out. “Marrry.” “Sooooo big,” she sang like she was asking a toddler how big they are which she has way too much fun doing to me. “And it’s awful,” I told her because, yeah, the spot was huge and it was awful. Awful! “And why is it awful?” “Cuz I’m too tired to do anything about it.” So. Damn. Aroused. “Wanna me to fuck you in the shower? I’ll do all the work.” “… Yes, but don’t read anything into it.” “We’ll get you all fucked and into a fresh diaper, and tucked in bed.” O. My. God. Just O. My. Gawd. “I’m gonna throw a tantrum.” “Save it for the shower.” “Marrry!”

Forty-Eight It had been a while since I was in the men’s room at the office. I used to at least stop by on occasion to wash my hands, but more recently I was just keeping a large bottle of hand sanitizer at my desk. It seemed to make more sense–considering how many times my hands were coming in contact with diapers. Usually used, or in the process of being used. It had been even longer since I sat in one of the stalls. Even before I entered this age of diapers, I was staunchly against pooping at work. Just the thought of it gave me anxiety. People hearing the noises your ass made? The sound of things dropping into the water? What if you were judged for how many times you pulled toilet paper from the rolls? What if it stunk up the whole bathroom? I could never perform under those obstacles. But, the stall did make for a good hiding place. If I hadn’t been so distraught, I probably would’ve had more appreciation for the fact that I was sitting on a toilet for the first time in a long while–wearing a diaper while I did so. I had a lot to think about. A lot to process. In the stall next to me, someone was busy using the toilet as it was intended. It was loud. Smelly. If nothing else, I felt vindicated about my own toilet habits. Even if they didn’t seem to care. No longer a hospitable environment for thinking, I left and slowly meandered back to my desk–my walk still something closer to a waddle, due to my heavy diaper. Lyndie was waiting for me there. “Hey,” she said. “Did you still need me? We could take care of your, uh, problem.” I could at least appreciate that she hadn’t just talked about my wet diaper in the middle of the office for once. “No,” I said. “I’m good, thanks.” “You’re…good? You got a change already?” “Not yet.” “How are you ‘good’ then? C’mon. We’ll go back to my office and I’ll take care of you.” “Actually, I think I’m just going to head out,” I said. “I’ll catch you later, though.” “Clark, you’re being weird. Weirder than usual.” Am I weird? “Sorry, it’s just been a long day and I’m under a lot of stress, so I think I’m just going to head home and…” “If it’s because I couldn’t see you earlier, I’m sorry. I just had to take care of something else.” “Huh? Oh, uh, no… It’s cool.” I was no actor, but this felt like a pretty solid performance. “Are you sure you don’t want to swing by for a second? You’ll be in and out in a few minutes with a brand-spanking-new…” “Sorry,” I said, cutting her off before she, likely, said the d-word aloud in the office, “I really do need to be heading out. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Sure,” she said, feigning an optimistic smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She looked a little hurt, I thought. But it was a painful conversation for me too. I wanted her to change my diaper, and certainly could’ve used one. But until I knew more about why she had been talking to Pritchard in the nursery, I felt like I couldn’t fully trust her. That hurt. I quickly gathered my things and began to make my way out of the office, fully committed to curling up in a ball on my bed later. “Leaving a little early today?” asked Ava, intercepting me in the hallway. If I had to run into anyone, I was glad it was her. “I was going to. But…hey, were you doing anything tonight?” She thought about it for a moment. “No, I don’t think so. Why?” It was a spur of the moment question, but having company seemed a little better than wallowing in loneliness. Besides, maybe Ava was the exact person I needed to talk to about whatever was happening with Pritchard and Lyndie. “Maybe it’d be nice to get some food or something?” Her cheeks seemed to get a little more pink. “Are you asking me out on a date, Clark?” Was I? I supposed that it did sound that way. “Oh, I don’t know about a date. I just thought that…” “Yeah, I’d love to go out,” she said. Out? Like ‘out for drinks?’ Or like ‘out on a date?’ “Perfect,” I said. “Where and when?” “Anytime, I guess,” I said. “I just need to go home and change and then I'll be ready to go whenever.” “Change?” she asked, smirking. “Are we talking about your clothes? Or your…” I nodded. “It all needs a good change.” “By the time I get out of here, I’ll need a good change myself,” she said. “I can meet up with you later. 7-ish?” “Sounds good,” I said. We picked a place to eat that was more central to both our locations. Really, she just named a place–a little diner–that she thought might be between us. She could’ve picked a place on the moon for all I cared. But it was done–plans were made. We were going out. By the time I got back to my apartment building, I felt a little dampness in the leg of my pants near the bottom of my diaper. Wetting it one more time on the train probably hadn’t been the best idea, but I rarely gave those sorts of things consideration anymore. Still, I wasn’t too concerned about it. I was home–or close enough. I jumped on the elevator and hit the shining ‘5.’ Home sweet home. But when the elevator door opened, I was surprised to see someone standing there in the hallway. And not just anyone–it was Pizza Girl. “Uh, hi there,” she said, waving. Does she…recognize me? “Oh, hey. Dropping off some, uh, pizza?” She laughed, nodding. “That’s kind of what I do. Actually, I was just dropping it off at your place.” She remembers where I live? “Oh…it must’ve been my roommate.” “I figured,” she said, shrugging. “I’m, uh, not used to anyone else opening the door.” Okay, so she absolutely recognizes me. “Well, it’s good to see you,” I said, stepping off the elevator as she stepped on to it. Our bodies briefly brushed against each other, and all I could hear was crinkling. My face turned a bright red. It seemed impossible that I could see her without humiliating myself somehow. There was no doubt that she heard that too. And she, undoubtedly, could guess that I just wore diapers all the time. But I looked into the elevator again as the doors closed. She was waving goodbye. Her cheeks looked almost as red as mine. What did she have to be embarrassed about? There wasn’t much time to ponder my latest embarrassing run-in with her, though. Between the time it took to get home, the time it’d take to get ready, and the time it’d take to get over to the diner Ava picked out, there wasn’t much time to spare. “Aw, you just missed the pizza delivery girl!” Evan said as I burst through the door. “Also, I got us pizza for dinner.” “That was, honestly, very nice of you,” I said. “But I actually have plans.” “You? Plans?” “Meeting with Ava tonight. And then, while I’m thinking about it, I think I’m going to Mommy–er, my boss’s–place tomorrow. And don’t forget that my mother is coming on Saturday morning.” “Wow, look at you, Mr. Social. And there’s so much to unpack there. Is this a date with you and Ava tonight?” “N-no, I don’t think so.” Though I wasn’t entirely sure myself. “And does Mommy know you’re going out on a date?” he teased. “I just said that I didn’t think it was a date! We’re friends!” “Alright, sure. And you’re going to your boss’s place tomorrow? Come on. That seems like a big deal.” “It probably is,” I said. “But if I think about that right now, I’ll probably have a panic attack. Let’s shelve that topic for now.” “Do I need to do anything in anticipation for your mother’s arrival?” “I don’t think so, but I appreciate you asking.” Ideally, yes, we’d completely redecorate the apartment so that it didn’t look like two early 20-somethings lived here. In a perfect world, the apartment would be classy enough to complete the picture I was crafting with brunch at a fancy restaurant. And my faux-girlfriend Lyndie. Wait. Was that still going to happen now? Another thing to ponder later. “You’re changing, right?” he asked. “That was my plan,” I said, feeling a little offended. “What’s wrong with this outfit, though?” “Oh nothing,” he shrugged. “It’s just your, uh, diaper. I’ve started to notice this little waddle you get sometimes. I suspect it’s when your diaper is full?” “Ugh. You seriously notice that?” Who else noticed such a thing? “Honestly, it’s pretty subtle.” He shrugged again. “Maybe I only notice it because we live together and I see you walking around a lot?” Yeah, but do you know who else sees me walking around a lot? Everyone I work with. “Okay, thanks,” I said, hoping my tone made it obvious how sarcastic I was being. Yet another thing to think about later and grow anxious over. In my bedroom, with the door closed and my pants off, I found myself feeling a little more comfortable. I’d be hesitant to say that I was in my ‘natural state’–no pants and saggy diaper between my legs–but it felt more right than the slacks I wore to the office did. Lately, that’s how I saw myself in my daydreams–waddling about in just a diaper like I was a toddler. In the past–in what felt like a different life, at this point–this would’ve been a prime opportunity to lie back in bed and have a few minutes alone with my cock. A brief reprieve from the stresses and expectations of the world. An emotional reset button, of sorts. But when I collapsed in my bed and pawed at the front of my diaper–feeling the stiff and unyielding cage under it–I remembered that I didn’t even have that pleasure anymore. It had only been a few days since Seattle–but I was already craving pleasure like the kind experienced there. I hoped that Mommy wouldn’t make me wait as long as she did between when the cage was first put on my cock and Seattle. Maybe tomorrow? But that seemed way too far away. I settled for just taking a few minutes to feel the bloated padding with my hand, squeezing the plastic gently and feeling the wetness press against my skin and cage. It had been a while since I enjoyed the simple pleasures of diapers–just the wet padding and soft crinkle of the plastic. But the sound brought to mind my brief encounter with Pizza Girl at the elevator. My diaper–just as soaked then as it was now–made a different kind of crinkling noise then. It was…crisper. Like a fresh diaper, not the soaking wet one that I was wearing. And so that crinkling noise might not have been me. And so… Oh, I couldn’t let myself start thinking crazy things like that. I simply wasn’t remembering the noise correctly. I had to get ready. There’d be plenty of time to grope my diapers later. Begrudgingly, I untapped the diaper and opened it up, the air feeling cool on my damp skin. I briefly flirted with the idea of calling Ava and just inviting her over to my place. We could just hang out in my room, crawling around in diapers and acting like babies. I wouldn’t–I couldn’t even imagine me saying the words aloud to her. But it was a nice idea. Instead, I changed myself into a new diaper, adding a little extra powder to my groin in the hope that I’d be avoiding a rash from sitting in this last wet diaper for as long as I had. Is that even how baby powder works? Seemed like something Mommy would know. Or Lyndie. Nope. Don’t think about Lyndie tonight. Getting out of the house again helped to improve my mood some. Between the fresh diaper, some new clothes, and having actual plans, I felt sufficiently distracted as I made my way to the diner. It would be good to see Ava. “You’re late,” she said, already standing outside of the diner when I arrived. “It’s 7:02,” I said, glancing at the time on my phone. “I’d say that counts as being on time.” “Interesting,” she said, smiling. “I wasn’t sure if Mommy had taught you how to tell time yet.” “Just as I’m surprised you were able to pull yourself off of your mommy’s tit long enough to make it here tonight.” We hugged each other and it felt good. I could feel that we both needed that. I could feel my “So,” she said when we were finally seated in a booth. “You looked a little distraught when you were leaving the office today. What was that about?” “We’re going to jump into it so soon?” She shrugged. “Well, I didn’t want to talk about my own problems, so I figured we’d talk about yours.” It was a little relieving to be reminded that she had stresses and problems in her own life. “I was almost hoping we could use tonight to distract ourselves from problems,” I said. “You know how friends work, right? You’re supposed to be able to talk about those sorts of things.” “Sure, sure,” I said. “Distractions first. Then we can get into the meatier stuff.” Ava shrugged and smiled. “So I heard you had a spectacular accident in your diaper yesterday. With a bunch of execs in the room?” I laughed, unsure if this counted as a ‘distraction’ or not. “You heard about that?” “Mom–er, Ms. Beaufort–was there, remember? Of course she was going to tell me about it.” Even in a huge office building, our world was remarkably tiny. “Yeah, that makes sense.” “How was it?” she asked, her lips cracking into a slight grin. “How was…messing my diaper in front of an audience like that?” She nodded, looking a little more hungry for an answer now. “Come on, Clark. We both know it was humiliating and shameful and all that. But I think you and I also see the other side of it that nobody else sees.” “Which, uh, side is that?” “The side where we love feeling so humiliated and ashamed?” I instinctively drew in a long breath, surprised to have been called out like that. My cheeks felt bright red again, and my body seemed to be stuck in place. But she was right. I expelled the air from my chest and started to laugh. “Yeah,” I said. “You’re right. It was fucking incredible.” People like Ms. Heller and Lyndie were well aware of my love of the humiliation they dished out. But they didn’t completely get it. Ava got it. “Tell me about it?” she asked, sliding forward a little in her side of the booth to be closer to me across the table. If I thought about it much more, I probably wouldn’t have said a word. I’d have overthought every part of the story and struggled to find the words to describe how I felt. But I just opened my mouth and started talking instead–hoping that I’d just find the words as I went. “I had already wet the diaper pretty heavily, and she was making me just sit there on the floor of her office. And then people just started showing up. And they all walked past me, barely acknowledging my presence. But, like, I think I really…” “Loved it?” Ava asked, completing my sentence. I nodded. “I know that feeling. I love it. It’s like the adults are too busy to pay attention to the baby. Or, maybe, we’re just pieces of stinky…” “Furniture?” I asked, this time finishing her sentence. She laughed and nodded. “Exactly.” “So I was sitting there, and all those people were around me–talking to each other like I wasn’t there. And I felt trapped there, you know? Like I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. I was just stuck in my own head while they did their best to ignore me. And the longer I sat there in my wet diaper, the more I found myself craving this, I dunno…complete and utterly devastating humiliation?” Ava nodded again. “I know that feeling, yes. Well.” “And it wasn’t just that I was thinking that messing my diaper sounded like the best option, right? I had managed to convince myself that it was the only option. I had to do it. I was a baby, and this was what babies did. Like, I think I would’ve been more upset at myself if I hadn’t pooped my pants.” It felt intensely cathartic to say those words aloud. I looked around the diner, seeing other people in booths and at tables. Servers bustling back and forth with menus and trays of food. Nobody was looking at us. Nobody cared. And here we were, talking about pooping our pants. It felt amazing. “I pooped my pants in the back of an Uber last week,” Ava suddenly blurted out. Judging by how red her cheeks got, I suspected she either didn’t mean to be so blunt about it or she didn’t mean to say it as loud as she had. I glanced around the diner again. Still no wandering eyes to our table. In fact, I realized I could barely make out the words being said at any of the tables around us. Even with the louder tables, the voices just sounded like streams of featureless noise. I felt reassured. “Really?” I asked. I was very interested in hearing this story. “On purpose? What happened?” “It’s funny,” she said, shrugging. “The further away we get from that moment, the less sure I am if it was an accident or if I had wanted to do it or not. Like, I didn’t get into the car thinking that I was going to do it. I don’t even think I knew that I had to go when I first got in the car. But suddenly it just, like, hit me, you know? Like I just had this overwhelming need–urge, maybe–to lean forward and push everything in my bowels into my diaper.” “Like a baby,” I said, nodding. She laughed. “Right. Like a baby. So… I did it. With no consideration for the driver. This poor guy. He’s just trying to do his job, and he’s been super-nice to me. But then I’m in his backseat, pushing this huge mess into my diaper. I was, like, grunting. You know? When you have to push hard?” “I know all about that, yes.” “I apologized profusely and swore it was an accident. And I’m sure he believed me. I doubt he knew that I was wearing a diaper. And what lady goes into an Uber just to purposefully poop their pants?” “So? What happened after that?” “Well I couldn’t go home to clean myself up. And I couldn’t go run the errands I had intended to do while wearing a stinky diaper. So…I asked the driver if he could take me, instead, to the one place I knew I could get some help.” “The office?” She nodded. “Yup. It was after hours and barely anyone was there. No Ms. Beaufort. No Lyndie. Not even Ms. Heller. So I went into Ms. Beaufort’s office, locked the door behind me, and spent a good half hour cleaning myself up.” That was a lot to take in. Those mental images would stick with me for a long time. And good thing, too–I wanted to remember them again if there ever came a day that this cage wasn’t wrapped around my cock. As it was, I could feel the uncomfortable throb of my shriveled manhood in my diaper. “You couldn’t go home?” I asked. She sighed. “N-no.” “Why not?” “I, uhm, thought that we were using tonight to avoid talking about our problems?” “A wise little baby once told me that friends are supposed to be able to talk about these sorts of things.” She rolled her eyes, laughing a little. “I hate being so wise.” “Is everything okay at home?” “Well…I wasn’t really ready to talk about this. But I guess there’s no time like the present. Do you remember the other day when I told you I had something I wanted to tell you?” “Of course,” I said. The smile slowly faded from her face and she folded her hands in front of her at the table. “Clark, I’m leaving the company.”

More Littles with Sugar than Salt How do you get what you can’t have but really want? There are better ways than forcing someone to your will. That always ends poorly, instead use a little sugar and you may get a lot farther than you’d think. This story is how I ended up getting myself into a “dreaded” adoption but it wasn’t so bad. Actually, it’s kind of nice… I was walking home as I usually did, I could have taken an auto car or even the rotor platforms, flat things that moved you where you wanted to go, no roof but got there fast. not much going on for me, but I liked it that way. Work had been a little rough, my amazon boss had been riding my a$$ about being able to keep up with the giants and pull my own weight. That was a funny thought, I don't weigh a tenth of what those hippos weighed so shouldn’t my work be “lighter” too? God! they were annoying creatures, every female treating me like I'm 3 wiping my face and making sure I can get to the "potty" on time. Every male calling me "sport" or "buddy." Really, such a superiority complex. Anyway, here I am going home on my usual route stretching my legs and enjoying a nice afternoon, the setting sun gave a good vibe of a peaceful night. Probably enjoy a good beer on the back porch when I got done with dinner. Not like I had anyone to answer to tonight. Single life was something of a blessing and a curse. While no one was there for you, you also didn't have to justify spending that 100 dollars for that thing you wanted. My walk home usually brought me close to a few of the "fee fi fo fums" in the neighborhood but they tended to be well behaved. A couple might try to drug me just so they could diaper me on the sidewalk, since they were not allowed to force adoption anymore. That was the worst case scenario. You could usually tell those ones right away, for instance, take the behemoth Bella Carter. Every week it was a new baked thing or the new fried that, and she loved giving them to me. I had tried a few here and there, in private of course, to see what would happen. It only reinforced the rule you never take things from a giant. I had a friend that once took a pillow once, seems innocent right? Well, technology being what it is and the giants being what they are, it ended up being an auto diaper and boy was it thorough. When he layed on it it activated, a small puff of knockout gas, followed by a fast numbing agent, it put itself on him and performed incontinence surgery on him right there. Poor guy ended up giving up, couldn't afford to fix it, the price of keeping up with his new needs was too high, he just walked down the street and told the monster he would do what she wanted. Last I saw he was blissfully unaware of his current state of infantilism. Buuuh, never take things from an Amazon. On this particular night, since it was so nice out, a lot of Amazon's were out and about or sitting on a porch. Everyone of them offering a small encouragement to get home before dark, or "hope your well sweetie" or "you're such a big boy walking home alone." Arriving at my street Bella was out walking her dog. Of course she was carrying some cookies, upon seeing me she immediately ran over to me exclaiming "oh, cutie pie! I made you a little something." I rolled my eyes and turned to face the thundering elephant bounding towards me on tree pole legs. "I know you're gonna love these," she said with a rather southern twang. It would be almost charming, if she wasn't trying to poison my digestive tract for the next week. "OH, miss Carter I didn't see you there, how are you tonight?" I replied, "it's a wonderful evening and I'm ready to get home from work and relax a little over the weekend. Gotta get to it." Trying to sound polite and not give her a reason to invoke the "Impromptu Needed Attitude Adjustment law. She didn't even act like she heard me, "will you give them a try? I made them this afternoon." Looking at her offering, it had the same logo that the "Love your Little" pharmacy used. Cooked it? Yeah, I had heard her cooking would probably have killed me, not just left me without bowel control for a week. "Oh wow, I'll have to give them a try on the way, I'm super tired after a long week, miss Carter, I'll just scoot along and give one a go on the way, deal?" Not one to give up easily, she replies "oh it'll give you a pep in your step." I'm sure it would, so much so I'd be running home. Starting to walk I quipped "Yeah but I don't want to ruin my dinner, you know how we littles are. I promise next time I see you i'll let you know what I think, deal?" "Oh all right, make sure you eat your vegetables tonight to. Be a good boy and I'll see you next time." Walking on until I was certain she couldn't see me, I dumped them into a trashcan, keeping the bag so I could return it to her as evidence i had eaten them, it was fun this way. She always had such a confused look on her face when i never had any issues. I received 2 more "gifts" on my way before I reached the Littles part of the neighborhood. Here there was a small gap with just some trees and no lights or anything, it divided the Giant houses from the littles houses. I Always feel nervous here, it made me feel like I was being watched or like a wolf was waiting to attack me. Tonight was no different so I picked up my pace. By now the light was starting to dim, and it was getting hard to see into the trees very far. However, that's not where the danger came from. I should have seen it, should have heard it but I assumed I was safe, and I let my guard down. A hand snaked around my waist, grabbing me and lifting me straight up about 5 feet. Carrying me into the trees I heard a female voice say "You are a rather curious one, and I'm not going to lie to you, curious littles are kind of my thing. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. In fact I hope you enjoy tonight's entertainment." About that time she plopped me onto a folding table, pretty certain I was about to be spanked into oblivion I rebelled, "I haven't done anything to deserve an attitude adjustment! Leave me alone!" I began kicking and trying to escape. A rather pleasant face came into view over top of me, a face that felt familiar in spite of never having met her. She spoke again, obviously surprised, "Spank you? no, I would never! You're a good little boy aren't you? At Least, that's what I've seen." "You were watching me? Isn't that stalking? What do you want?" "Only to reward you," her answer threw me off. No amazon rewards a little, ever. It had never happened in written history. Even before the demons had infested the little dimensions with portals. The words alone stunned me better than a punch to the face. In a heartbeat she had my pants off, my legs went up, which was enough to shake me out of my confusion. "Hey! what're you doing? Stop!! You said I hadn't done anything wrong." At that point something warm and very much like a slimy ball went right in my bum. It made me feel sick, I was going to spend a lifetime on the toilet, I just knew it. Maybe it was some kind of new hormone thing and I will be a girl tomorrow. Man, the problems of explaining that to my boss or my family. "Don't worry, it has some… undesirable side effects but they will wear off by morning. I don't like doing it this way but its hard to get you littles to believe I won't harm you." She replied coolly. "Now let me finish before it all starts getting into that cutie patootie system of yours" I was certain I heard a hint of baby talk in that last bit, but I wasn't going to fight whatever this was, why you might ask? It was already bad, and going to get worse if I put up a fight. No, she wouldn't adopt me, the penalty for that basically made her take my place with a new amazon. It wasn't something you heard of Amazons trying anymore. This however, was well within her rights. I felt my legs go up again and a soft padding went under my rear. Great! Yup it was a diaper. "Don't worry hun, it'll be just this one, I promise no more unless you want them." "Want them? WANT THEM?!" I was almost yelling. "Why would I ever want them?!?" "Don't worry, my little love, I promised you a reward, and believe me it will be one." At that moment my stomach twisted. I must have reacted because she quickly went back to her demonic work of putting me in padding. "That's my que, I promise no one has ever complained about this part." No one? As she pulled the diaper up I felt really really small and out of control, something I was not accustomed to. I was rapidly taped in inspite of my continued protests, she ignored me completely while she finished. And then… it started. It was wonderful, a pleasure like I had never felt. It wasn't sexual, or anything else I had ever had. It started small, like that first bite of cake when you have been staring at it for an hour. Or when you get that first drink after being incredibly thirsty. Oh it was good, but there was more it grew, it became as strong as an orgasm but there wasn't an orgasm. I felt the hands that lifted me up and pressed me against 2 soft pillows, wait those were breasts. The behemoth had laid me against her chest, she was going to kidnap me! "Hush, my little pretty boy, I'll make sure you're safe and sound. I'll bring you to your home and get you in bed, don't you worry. Shhh shhh, I've got you." At this point I didn't care, the pleasure had grown so much, it seemed to vibrate and caress and gently massage and everything all at once. My fatigue washed away and the fact I was in nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt laid against two, truthfully soft, giant mounds of my doom, didn't matter at all. My world was washed out in beautiful warm colors. I don't know how long it lasted, but I savored every second of it. It was luxurious, beyond sex, beyond a good beer, beyond anything I had ever known. And then everything faded out, I didn't know where I was, nor did I care, I was so tired, I was so relaxed I slept, a perfect sleep. Ch2. Where the sun doesn't shine or Butter up buttercup. *sniff sniff* ugh I was so tired. *sniff sniff* What was that smell? My consciousness returned slowly, mostly I became aware of the stench. Good dog almighty it was awful. I opened my eyes to the sun coming in my window, which had been opened. "I didn't do that," I thought. "How did I even get home?" Then it all came crashing home, as if my brain finally decided to wake up. The whole thing, but I didn't remember ever getting home or really anything after all the glorious fun had ended. But what was that smell? It was my butt. I lifted my body up to stand and became acutely aware of the diaper still taped around me. The smell was emanating from it. Sure enough, I could feel the mush inside it. Strangely, I wasn't even mad, I was kind of ready to be rid of it, though. The mushy mess shifted as I stood up, so gross. I reached down and grabbed a tab only to be rewarded with tape stuck fast. Great its a littleez, the diaper meant to stop any little from easily escaping it . It wasn't coming off without an Amazon or a pair of sharp scissors. Luckily, I stocked such items in my junk drawer. Moving downstairs in the most awkward yet, least poo touching way possible, I hurried to my freedom. Only, I was stopped by a packet on the counter, it only read "READ ME FIRST" in giant letters. I picked it up and opened the cover, and began reading… "I know this wasn't the state you wanted to wake up in, but I felt you may be ok with it after the enjoyment you got from last night. Don't worry your current state is far from permanent. Matter of fact the side effects should be wearing off or even gone by now. You'll be able to tell easily as there will be a slight green ooze in the front of your, im sure, rather full diaper." Curiosity got the best of me, sure enough, after pulling the waistband back just a little there was a green slime there. "This is built in so you know the end of this particular pleasure pill. I'm quite certain you have more questions and I will answer them in the next pages, but why don't you cut that diaper off and take a nice warm shower first then read on." That actually sounded smart. Moving to the bathroom I took care of the giant fluffy sack of crap around my waist. Climbed in the shower and let warm water run down my spine and now cleaner buttocks. I wondered at technology, after all these advancements we couldn't even upgrade our cleanliness, nothing beat a showe. The shower did feel almost righteous though, I guess you don't fix what's not broken. After drying off, I bagged the nastiness and threw it away, it was shaping up to be a nice day so I sat on the back porch to read, I didn't want to be disturbed: "My name is Tina Herringer, I am not an enemy but rather a simple purveyor of pleasurable items for you Littles. I do not want to harm you, only help you" sure sure, id heard that before. " what I gave you last night was a pleasure ball, or anal super stimulator, A.S.S for short, yes yes, I am aware of the funny you Littles see in that word. These pills are designed to give you more pleasure than you've ever felt before, the unfortunate side effect is incontinence of both kinds, bowel and urinary. I'm sure you noticed." Yeah, the house still wreaks, I thought. "So I'm sure by now you're wondering, why me? Well that's simple enough. You're a good boy. You don't cause trouble, or fight with other Littles, you don't argue with the maternity crazed Amazons. You are a good boy, you should be rewarded. I like to give good things to good boys. I mean what I say, I want to give you more. In good faith I have placed another pill in your underwear drawer, and yes another diaper, in case you'd like to give them another try. There is another note in the drawer as well. It contains more information than I have given here. Please do not read it until you use the pill, I would like you to be a good boy and wear the diaper as well. It is an auto diaper unlike the one you had on last night. It will release itself when you have filled it. Remember once it's on it doesn't come off without you using it for what it is for. If you use the pill and not the diaper I will know." On that note, the note ended. It felt a little ominous, I knew I should immediately go throw it away, but I really didn't want to. Was it really worth the potential issues? I mean she had been honest, I regained my control. At least I haven't peed myself yet. Whose to say the next one wouldn't make things worse? This Tina also knew too much. I didn't like it. I went upstairs and straight to the drawer, it was going to go in the incinerator trash immediately. There it was exactly as she had said in the note, a diaper, a glove, wipes, a note and of course the A.S.S. Grabbing everything I went straight outside to the chute that would burn it all. I flipped up the latch and hesitated. How would she know? Would she seek retribution if I tossed them? I lifted the pill off the pile of supplies. My mouth began to water, my whole body wanted it, I was trembling. How could I throw it away? I decided right there to keep the pill and note. Tossing the diaper and supplies, fudge the consequences. Taking it back inside with me I made a cup of coffee and sat down with the pill. It was in a tube like a prescription would come in. The label read," self lubricating, take one rectally, never more than one in a 24 hour period. Make sure to properly diaper anyone taking this medication, extreme loss of continence is expected lasting as long as 12 hours." What was I thinking? NEVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM THESE DEVILS. I just couldn't stop myself, she seemed sincere, and I… I trusted her?. Did I? It sure felt that way. Whatever, let's test this theory, I popped the lid open and pulled out the pill. It looked for all the world like a large green piece of candy. In a rush I dropped my pants and prepared myself, I was elated, I was desperate… in a flash it came to me i was standing in my kitchen with open windows to the world, and I was Half naked. Instead of coming to my senses I went to the bathtub, you know, just in case she wasn't lying about the incontinence part. Bent over and like magic it seemed to turn into a slimy thing as it was pressed into where the sun doesn't shine. A couple minutes later I was about to give up, it had seemed like only a few seconds last night, why was it taking so long? Stepping out of the tub and i felt the twinge I felt last night. It was happening, I was almost drooling on myself. The excitement and anticipation came on like a wave. I tried to get back into the tub but the pleasure started and it was all I could do to hold myself upright. With the next wave I went to my knees, and the third wave washed my world out again. I hovered in pure bliss for eternity again. Floating in an ocean of warm orange and yellow, caressed by the most gentle feeling ever. It was ecstasy once more…

“Is this statement true or false? Seeing members of my biological family upset me.” Matilda sat motionless on the couch next to Miss Honey trying to avoid everyone's expectant gaze. “It’s okay, sweetie, just answer the best you can.” Miss Honey whispered. Matilda shrugged. “Try and use your words.” Mrs. Reynolds said. “True or false.” “I don’t know.” Matilda mumbled. This was awkward and uncomfortable. She didn’t want to talk about it. Helen tried again. “Seeing my brother made me feel angry.” Silence. “Seeing my brother and him not acknowledging me made me feel angry.” Silence. “Seeing my broth-” “I want to go home.” Matilda said. She could feel Jennifer stiffen beside her. “Matilda,” Jennifer said softly, “We need to talk about this.” “I don’t want to.” Matilda complained. “Is it because it hurts to talk about it?” Helen asked. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Matilda mumbled. “Why do you think that?” Helen asked. “He never did anything.” Matilda nearly whispered. “Any of them.” “Anyone from the daycare or anyone from your family?” Silence. “Matilda, we just want to help you,” Miss Honey said. “But we can’t if you don’t tell us what’s bothering you. Please. I know something is wrong.” Matilda shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath. “My family.” “So your family never did anything to hurt you?” Helen said doubtfully. “They didn’t hit me, or burn me, or assault me.” Matilda said softly. “Not like…” She gestured a hand to the woman who sat beside her. “You don’t need to use violence to hurt someone. Sometimes words- or lack of them- can be damaging enough. And Matilda, life isn’t a game of compare and contrast where only the worst victim gets to feel pain. You’re allowed to feel sad, or angry, or hurt. Do you understand?” “I guess.” She mumbled. “Imagine there’s a giant ball of yarn or thread inside everyone. As we go through life and experience things, that ball of material is getting bounced and batted around, until eventually it’s going to get so knotted and tangled up no one can tell one end from the other. Sometimes, the knots get so bad we can’t untangle it by ourselves. That’s why I’m here. My only purpose is to help you untangle the threads until it all makes sense again. Those threads are our emotions. Sometimes life gets so bumpy we don’t know where one emotion ends and one begins, so it just sits inside of us and makes us feel sick. Does that sound like it might apply to how you're feeling now? Like there’s a knot inside of you that you can’t even begin to unravel or make sense of?” “Yeah.” Matilda said, barely above a whisper. “Everyone has different material inside of them. Some people are born with a tough rope that doesn’t tangle easily. Others are a delicate thread, one wrong move or tug and the whole thing could snap. That’s why it’s important not to compare yourself to others' struggles. We don’t get to choose what material we’re made out of. You also don’t want to let the knots sit, because if they sit too long, it could turn to barbed wire. You’ll just end up hurting yourself and anyone who tries to get close. Does that make sense to you?” “Yes.” “Good. Good. Now, will you let me take a look at those knots?” Matilda sucked in a lungful of air before slowly letting it out. “Okay.” … “You made a lot of progress today. I’m proud of you, Matilda.” Jennifer said, as she tucked Matilda into bed that night. “I’d rather play with marbles.” Matilda grunted. “I know, therapy isn’t very fun.” Jennifer said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “It’s a lot of hard work. I know there’s moments in my life I want to bury and pretend never happened. The last thing I want to do is take a magnifying glass to them, but I’m learning the hard way that bringing it out in the open is the only way we’re going to heal and move past it. It’s like she said today, letting it sit and fester will only cause us to hurt the ones we love.” “Can I sleep with you tonight?” Matilda asked, without looking up. “If that’s what you want. I think you’ve more than earned it today.” Matilda softly giggled as she was lifted into the air and carried to the master bedroom. God Jennifer had missed that sound. “Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?” Jennifer asked once they were both under the covers. Matilda rolled over and faced her. “Where?” “On a hike to the lake. Just the two of us. It might be a little difficult for you, but there’s no rush. We can stop and take as many breaks as you need. I used to go there a lot by myself when things got too overwhelming. I want to share it with you.” Miss Honey could see the ghost of a smile on Matilda’s face. “You’re not luring me out there to steal a kidney, are you?” “A kidney? No no no. Little girls' hearts are much more valuable on the black market.” Jennifer said as she turned off the light. Jennifer laid perfectly still as she felt the covers rustle and move, until a dark shape came to snuggle up against her chest like old times. “You already have my heart.” …… She was gasping for breath. Sweat was beading down her face. “I need. A break.” she groaned, before nearly collapsing on a nearby rock. “Again?” Matilda scoffed. “I thought you said you used to hike this trail before.” “When I was a teenager.” Jennifer huffed between gasps for air. She glared at her shaky legs as if they had betrayed her before digging out her thermos and sucking from it as if she’d never see water again. “Drink some more too.” Here she had been so worried Matilda couldn’t keep up she hadn’t stopped to consider herself. Her worries had been for nothing, the girl was running circles around her. She could probably make it to the lake and back before Jennifer made it to the halfway point. “I’m fine.” Matilda grumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “You’ve been forcing water down my throat every five minutes. I feel like I'm being waterboarded.” “I don’t want you getting sick from heat exhaustion.” “Can we keep going?” Matilda said impatiently. “It hasn’t even been thirty seconds. Give me a minute. I’m old.” “You’re not that old.” “What’s the rush? We’ve got all day.” Jennifer said, choosing to ignore the “that” in her daughter's statement. She was only twenty-three. Apparently, a very out of shape twenty three year old. Matilda grumbled something under her breath and fidgeted. Jennifer shook her head. She knew that dance. So that’s why she was so eager to keep moving. “Matilda, go squat somewhere if you need to go potty.” “I’m fine.” Jennifer rolled her eyes. Some things never changed. “If you’re waiting for a bathroom you’re not going to find one out here.” “I don’t need to.” Matilda said, looking away. “Liar liar pants on fire. Well how about we just try? Thirty seconds.” Matilda faced her, a sudden mischievous glint in her eyes. “Alright, mom.” Jennifer narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Alight, go on.” She gestured to the edge of the trail. Matilda remained motionless. “What are you waiting for? It’s just us here.” “You.” Matilda said with a smirk. “Okay, okay.” Jennifer turned around on her rock so she was facing the other way. “Go on.” “Not what I meant.” Jennifer twisted back around to look at her. “You said it, not me. We are going to try.” Matilda said emphasizing the we part. Jennifer opened her mouth to argue. She was now acutely aware of just how wide open this space was. She really had to watch what she said around this kid. “It’s just an expression.” She tried. “What’s wrong, mom? It’s just us.” Matilda repeated her words with a smirk. Jennifer ground her teeth. “You think I won’t call your bluff?” “Nope.” Matilda said with a giggle. “I am POSITIVE you won’t squat down for thirty seconds with your pants down in the open.” “W-well, you’re right, because I’m not the one needing to pee.” “Are you sure about that? You sure have been drinking an awful lot of water. How will you know if you don’t try?” “Matilda, stop playing around. If you need to pee then just pee.” “I can wait.” “Matilda,” Miss Honey said, getting annoyed. “I said no!” Matilda nearly yelled. Jennifer stopped and took a deep breath. She didn’t want to fight. This was supposed to be about working past their issues, not driving the knife further. She was obviously still emotionally raw from yesterday. Her mood had shifted fast. “Okay, Matilda,” Jennifer said, calmer than before. “What do you want to do then?” “Wait.” “For how long?” “Until there’s more cover, I guess.” she mumbled. “I’m wearing my bathing suit under my clothes. ” “It’s pretty much like this all the way to the lake. ” “How much further?” “At this pace. A few hours.” She watched Matilda’s face fall. “You don’t have to strip naked, just move the crotch aside, and if it gets wet, no big deal, we’re going swimming in the lake.” “Oh, right. Hortensia showed me that once.” Jennifer frowned. “What were you and Hortensia doing for her to show you that?” “Oh.” Matilda shifted awkwardly. “I had asked her what she would do if she needed the bathroom in the Chokey. I didn’t understand when she said she just went.” Jennifer wrinkled her nose. “So that’s why I caught her washing her shoes in the sink at school.” Matilda chuckled lightly. “So was that the problem? Your bathing suit?” Matilda nodded. “It’s okay, we can work around it.” Jennifer inwardly cringed. There she was saying “we” again. “Take off your shoes, socks and shorts.” She said a silent prayer of thanks as the girl started kicking off her shoes, until the first pang from her bladder hit. You’ve got to be kidding me, she thought as the prayer turned to a curse. Here she had thought she had managed to weasel her way out. Sure, she could make it to the lake and go in the water like she usually did, but if Matilda caught her squirming in her emotional state. Her mind flashed back to her father. “Ugh, the things we do for our children.” he’d say in mock indignation before giving Jennifer a cookie or something. Jennifer sighed in defeat and kicked off her shoes. Matilda stopped mid sock. “When in Rome.” Matilda snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Please don’t. I’m-” she paused, “different.” “It's an expression.” Matilda said. “And ooh, hair.” she said sarcastically. “That’s…that’s not what I’m referring to.” Jennifer said softly. Matilda stiffened. Matilda had seen her naked before, but she had remained tactfully silent when it came to her injuries below the belt line. Thank God she hadn’t adopted Lavender instead. This was probably the first time she had ever addressed it. With anyone. Ever. “Does it-” Matilda started to say, but quickly stopped herself. “Nevermind.” “Here, hand me your shorts, I’ll put them in my backpack.” She was about to pull her own shorts off when Matilda’s panicked voice stopped her. “Y-you don’t have to. I’m sorry. I-I forgot.” Matilda said looking embarrassed before casting her head down. “I wasn’t thinking.” Jennifer gave her a sad smile. “It's not something I want you to be thinking about, but don’t worry about it. I really did drink half my thermos already.” “Oh, uh, okay, I’ll-I’ll just wait over here for you then.” She stood stock still, facing away. “Hey, relax.” Miss Honey said, putting an arm around her. “We’re just trying, remember? Thirty seconds. Stand more like this or else you’ll just pee on your foot. There, you can hang on to me if you have trouble balancing, the ground’s a bit uneven here. See, easy, just like that.” She said to herself. She lowered herself down, and moved her bathing suit aside. If she was going to go through this whole production, she may as well actually get it over with. No point in pretending. She closed her eyes and waited. Just when she thought nothing was going to happen, she could feel things start to slowly work its way out. Out and into her bathing suit. “No, no, no!” She groaned. Matilda whipped her head around. “What, what is it?” “It’s going backwards.” Jennifer groaned, trying to re-adjust herself with her hand. So much for Matilda not seeing, Jennifer was practically holding it open. “Stupid scar tissue.” She could hear Matilda giggling beside her. “It’s just a bathing suit.” “Yeah, you're right.” Jennifer said. She let the material fall back into place before squatting back down and finishing through her suit. She should have just done this to start with if she had been so concerned with Matilda seeing. “Go ahead and ask me what you wanted to earlier.” “D-did she do that to you?” Matilda asked softly. “Yes.” Miss Honey said after a pause. “Does it hurt?” Jennifer racked her brain for a moment struggling to find an appropriate answer before settling with the truth. “It can, under the right conditions. The winter is most difficult. ” “Why in the winter?” Matilda asked after a long pause as they continued hiking up the trail. “The cold makes it ache.” They walked in silence for a long time, before Matilda finally asked. “Why did she do that to you?” “It’s a complicated answer, and one I don’t think would be appropriate to share with you.” She had expected Matilda to be angry, but all said was, “okay.” The conversation should have been finished, but Jennifer was surprised by herself when she found herself elaborating a few minutes later. “I wasn’t much older than you when it started. She taught me things at a very early age. Things I had no business knowing. Things I didn’t ask to know. I know you don’t think it’s a big deal since you already know what these things are and how they work, but I wasn’t like you, Matilda. I didn’t desire to know how everything around me worked.” “How old were you when she did…that.” “Sixteen, maybe. By then, certain…expectations had become the norm. It wasn’t this vile thing it used to be, more like an annoying chore. Now as an adult I see that wasn’t the case, just something I told myself. Well, one day she caught me doing these things…alone. I don’t know why she was so surprised or angry, she was the one who taught me. She often became enraged quite easily as you know, so it was her way of making sure I never enjoyed it again.” Matilda walked in silence processing this. “God, Matilda, I’m so sorry, you didn’t need to hear that, I just told you I wasn’t going to tell you and then I-” Matilda grabbed her hand and lightly squeezed. “Because you needed to tell someone.” “It makes me no better than her, forcing adult things onto you like that.” “Don’t say that! I was the one who asked!” Matilda said glaring at her. “I have a therapist. If I needed to talk to anyone it should have been her.” “So you only want me to talk to my therapist now and not you?” Matilda said, a tone of defiance in her voice. “No, Matilda, I want very much for you to talk to me, but there’s things you don’t tell your children and I’m afraid I just crossed a very big line. I’m sorry.” “I’m not.” Matilda said with a sigh. “I want to understand you.” “I’m not a science experiment, dear. You don’t need to analyze me.” “It’s not like that; It’s because I love you.” Matilda said softly. Miss Honey stopped walking and gave her a sad smile. Their relationship had been so rocky for months, it felt good to hear those words from her. Just…not like this. “Come here.” Miss Honey knelt down and opened her arms. “I love you more than anything, that’s why I want to protect you from the monsters in this world.” Jennifer hugged her tightly.” I’m afraid you’ve already met monsters of your own though. That’s why I wanted to bring you out here.” “They weren’t monsters; not like the Trunchbull.” Matilda said. “They didn’t throw acid on me.” “It doesn’t matter, Matilda. Sometimes the things people don’t say and do can be just as damaging as the things they do. And it wasn’t acid; it was a pot of spaghetti I had boiling on the stove.” Matilda winced. “At least she never touched me after that.” “Did that hurt?’ Matilda asked softly. “Getting boiling water poured on me? Umm… yes?” Miss Honey said incredulously. “No, t-the other thing.” Matilda said. Miss Honey frowned and stared at her a moment. “I-I don’t think I understand.” “Well, you said she never touched you again.” Matilda said slowly. “Did it hu-” “N-No! Of course not! S-she never violated me again!” “But did it feel like it then?” Miss Honey’s mouth went dry. Bile was rising bit by bit in the back of her throat. “It was the only sign of affection you had from her. Even though you hated it, and it was vile and horrible and you knew it was never affection at all. It was all you had.” Matilda said with a shrug. “Did it-” “Ma-Matilda, please just- just stop. No. No! It wasn’t like that at all. I never wanted her.” Jennifer spat out a little more forcefully than necessary. She took a few shaky breaths. Man, it was hot today. She pulled her shirt out from her chest a few times. The hot and humid air was making her shirt stick to her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. You surprised me. I just- where did you even come up with that idea?” The bile was rising higher. Matilda looked at the ground guiltily. “Nothing, it’s dumb. It’s not the same thing at all. I know that.” “What isn’t the same thing?” Jennifer's legs were starting to shake, and there was a sharp prickling behind her eyes. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wasn’t going to like what she heard. “I thought that, in a miniscule way, there were similarities. Like with my brother. All he ever did was torment me. That was almost our entire relationship. Once he even stuck my head in a toilet. I hated him and the rest of my family. My life has always been better with you. It’s as plain as day to me that this is better. But when I saw him and he didn’t come after me to trip me or pull out my chair, in a weird way, it kind of hurt. Obviously, him not coming after me is a great improvement, but it made me so angry for some reason. Like It really hit home for me I meant nothing to them.” “I’m sorry Matilda, I’m going to-” Jennifer dropped her backpack with a loud crash and sprinted to the edge of the trail to be sick. “Mom, are you okay?” Matilda called out. “Yeah, I’m ok.” Jennifer yelled back before wiping her mouth with the back of her arm and sitting in the dirt. “Can you bring me my thermos though. It’s in the backpack.” She cringed a little as she watched Matilda try and pick up the backpack. “Mom, what the heck?” She unzipped it and pulled out the thermos. “No wonder you made yourself sick! You’ve been carrying rocks with us this whole time? I was starting to think you just liked sitting on every hot boulder we passed.” “Leave them!” Jennifer called out. “It’s part of why I wanted to bring you here.” “What? To drown me?” Matilda called back. She handed Miss Honey the water jug, who took a few, slow sips before standing up. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? “Yeah, we’re almost there. Less than a mile now. See all the weeds coming up? Hey don't throw the rocks out, we need those.” “I’m not, I was just going to carry some.” “Matilda, you can’t lift all those by yourself, put some back.” “I don’t need to.” Jennifer watched her put some in her own pack, some in her arms, and some hung in the air and followed silently along. “But how long can you keep that up for?” Miss Honey asked. She picked up her own bag and hefted its weight. It was much lighter now. Matilda shrugged and followed along. They were both exhausted by the time the large pool of water came into view. They both collapsed in the grass by the water's edge. “Why? Why did you try to kill us with all those rocks?” “So we can throw them. But later, let’s go swimming.” The only thing on her mind now was getting her waist into the lake. While Matilda had no problem stopping as needed along the trail, Jennifer's experiment with gravity had left her leery of re-attempting it. Despite rinsing off with the water jug, hiking in a wet bathing suit had been a rather uncomfortable ordeal. She turned to find Matilda squatting in the grass. “You can just pee in the lake, you know.” She saw Matilda scowl and paused on her descent. “Uhh, no thanks, that’s how you get parasites.” “Parasites?” She looked to the water, then back to Matilda. “This isn’t Africa, or South America.” “You can get human urinary myiasis if you urinate in warm water. It’s where larvae travel up and into you and lay eggs.” Miss Honey scowled. She looked to the water with longing before sighing in defeat and squatting down. Privacy was so close, but so far. After swimming for a few hours, Miss Honey laid on her side on the grass watching Matilda’s chest rise and fall as she napped in the sunlight. She looked up at the sky. They’d better do what they came here to do before it got too late. She sat up and upended her backpack as rocks and more rocks came tumbling out. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a few markers. Matilda opened her eyes and slowly sat up. The next thing she knew she was being handed a marker and a pile of rocks. She watched curiously as Miss Honey wrote something on a rock before staring at it silently. Then without warning, she reared back and pitched it forward into the water with all her strength. “I want you to take a marker and write something on a rock that upset you, but you don’t have to tell me what it is. Then you’re going to channel all that rage you have stored up and channel it into the rock. And when you’re ready to let those feelings go, throw it as far and hard as you can.” Matilda watched Miss Honey pick up another rock and repeat the process before picking up one of her own. She uncapped the marker and wrote “rules” before glaring at the rock. She imagined the tan stone turning black with her disgust over them before throwing it into the water. She watched as it silently sailed through the air before landing with a satisfying splash. It was cathartic. She picked up another and wrote “bedwetting” before she sent that too into the air. She followed those with, “helpless” “weak” and “loneliness.” With a final splash, the last rock in the pile disappeared. She was exhausted, hungry, sore, and yet, she felt lighter than she had in months. Miss Honey sat on the bank and retrieved something from her backpack. She stood and handed three of the objects over. “These last ones. I really want you to stop and think, really think before you toss them. It’s okay if you're not ready. We can take them back with us.” Matilda stared at the three rocks. Each one had a picture of one of her family members on it. A hard lump began to form in her throat. Her eyes burned. She sat on the bank and cried for the loss of the family she knew she truly never had. … It was late by the time they had gotten home. Both of them were exhausted and ready to drop. Miss Honey frowned in confusion at the note taped to the door. Call me, it’s urgent. -C & H “Whose that?” Matilda mumbled, half asleep. “Whatever it is, it can wait till morning.” Jennifer grabbed the note off the door before fishing out her keys. “Home at last.” She threw her keys onto the kitchen counter before staring at the answering machine in alarm. Seventeen missed calls!? Her stomach dropped. She pressed play. A babbling and near hystaric voice greeted them. There were parts Jennifer wasn’t sure if the voice was laughing or crying. She couldn’t understand a single word being said. She didn’t even know who was calling. She looked to Matilda to see if she had any clue, only to find her white as a ghost. “Who is it? Do you know?” Matilda, eyebrows knitted in concern, nodded her head. “It’s Hortensia.”

Jane comes home and Anthony is forcefully reminded of what she gets up to when he is in his crib. Then it is time for work where Anthony meets an old... Well, friend may be too strong of a word. --- If you enjoy my stories and would like to help support me writing them then I kindly ask you to check out my Patreon. I post all my updates a week earlier for patrons and there are 47 stories EXCLUSIVELY on my Patreon page! All the money on my Patreon goes towards paying bills, buying food and generally keeping a roof over my head and a nappy under my butt. Thank you to everyone who has a look at my Patreon and a special BIG thank you to those who choose to support me. It means the world. You can find my Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Anthony turned over and his eyes opened. The nursery was perfectly still and quiet, Anthony wondered what had woken him up. The sun was low in the sky which meant it was morning, he had been trapped in the crib all night and his diaper certainly showed that fact. He was soaked and as he reached down between his legs he could feel the warm thickness forcing his thighs apart. As Anthony reached over to his bottle and stuck the nipple in his mouth he heard the sound of heels on a wooden floor. That explained his sudden wake up. Jane must be home and judging by the light that was streaming through the window Anthony guessed she must have been out all night. He shuddered as he considered the implications. With barely a moment of hesitation Anthony relaxed his bladder. He sucked on his bottle as he flushed his diaper with a fresh warm wetting. He sighed through his nose as his urine trickled over his crotch and down between his butt. A couple of minutes after first waking up Anthony heard footsteps on the stairs. He turned to sit sideways just as the door to the nursery opened. Jane practically stumbled in looking very much like she hadn’t had a lot of sleep. “Hello.” Jane said as she walked across the room. “Hi Mommy.” Anthony replied warily. Anthony frowned as Jane lowered the side of his baby bed. Her hair was all over the place, she had bags under her eyes and her clothes seemed crumpled. She even smelled different. Anthony shuffled out of the crib sniffing the air. “What?” Jane asked when she saw him sniffing the air, “Are you poopy?” “No!” Anthony exclaimed, “You smell different.” “Different?” Jane sniffed her arm, “I guess? Probably Steven’s soap, I guess.” Steven. Anthony felt a chill going down his spine. He had obviously known Jane was going out and seeing another man even if he didn’t like it but Jane had never mentioned his name before. It suddenly felt a lot more personal, it was a lot harder to ignore what was happening when Anthony had a name. He also now had to process that Jane had spent the night with this Steven and used his soap… “Come on, we need to get you changed.” Jane said as she walked towards the changing table. “No!” Anthony exclaimed again, “I’ve had enough! This has gone on far too long!” “Baby, I know you are cranky but-…” Jane started. “No!” Anthony stamped his foot. It did little to help his argument. “I thought we were past this rebellious tantrum phase.” Jane shook her head, “Look, I’m tired. It was a long night. I just want to get you changed and then take a nap.” “It’s been long enough!” Anthony yelled. Jane acted before Anthony had a chance to pull away. She grabbed his wrist and span him around, the thick diaper compromised his balance and he fell over forwards leaving him bent over the mattress of his crib. He tried to get back up but Jane was already upon him. A hand in his back kept him in place. Jane worked out and her strength was enough to keep Anthony bent over. “W-Wait! I’m sorry!” Anthony wailed. His pathetic display of petulance was easily overpowered by Jane’s force of will. “Have I not been disciplining you enough?” Jane asked rhetorically, “Is that the problem here?” Anthony was almost on the verge of tears. His legs were trembling and his padded bottom quivered with anticipation of what was to come. His eyes were tightly closed and he was tensed up but when the first spank fell it still caught him by surprise. Jane’s open hand slapped against his ass and he let out a little yelp. It wasn’t the first spanking Anthony had received but no matter how many times it happened he still felt the humiliation and shame that he did the first time. He closed his eyes and tried to brace against the impacts but it did little to help. Spank. Spank. Spank. Anthony was practically crying as he kicked out his legs at the unwanted assault on his butt. He was pushed forwards against the mattress with each spank. He didn’t count how many he had received but by the time Jane had stopped Anthony was sniffling pathetically. “Are you ready to get your diaper changed now?” Jane asked pointedly. “Yes.” Anthony answered quietly. Another spank against Anthony’s rear caused him to yelp. “What was that?” Jane asked. “Yes, Mommy…” Anthony sighed. His face was blazing with humiliation, “Could you please change my diaper?” “Certainly.” Jane said as she let Anthony stand up. Anthony felt miserable as he waddled across the room. Despite the padding provided by the diaper he could still feel that his ass was going to be bruised. He clambered on to the changing table and laid back. He’d had hundreds of diaper changes at this point but it never got less embarrassing. He could never forget that he was a fully grown adult man having his diaper changed, his whole life seemed to be about diapers. He dreaded using them, he dreaded the anticipation of a change, he dreaded the changes themselves and he dreaded the crinkling of a fresh one. They were never far from his thoughts. Anthony heard the tapes getting pulled off the front of the diaper. The hot padding was lowered between his legs, his junk felt like it unfurled a little as the cool air of the bedroom brought a chill. Anthony braced for the cold baby wipes, he had always thought that someone touching his genitals would be inherently sexual but there was nothing exciting about the cold and calculating way Jane cleaned him up. Once the wiping was done the old diaper was pulled out from under Anthony and balled up. There was a thump as it was dropped into the diaper pail next to the end of the table. Once or twice a week it was Anthony’s job to waddle out to the trash with his diaper pail to empty it out. It was always a particularly stinky and unpleasant job which wasn’t even to mention the embarrassment at potentially being seen whilst doing it. A new diaper was pulled out and unfolded. Anthony lifted up to allow his wife to slip it under him but as he did so he saw her pause. She reached out a hand and touched an area that felt bruised. She pursed her lips before reaching under the changing table again. “What’s going on?” Anthony asked as Jane seemed to search for something on one of the shelves. “I think you’re getting a diaper rash.” Jane stated matter-of-factly, “We have some cream that should help.” As if things couldn’t get any worse, Anthony thought. Was there anything more embarrassing than a diaper rash? Did anything signify how helplessly dependant on diaper someone was like getting a rash from wearing one? Anthony couldn’t think of much and as he felt the cream getting rubbed on his skin the smell that wafted up seemed to evoke forgotten memories of childhood. Not only was he going to look and sound like a baby but now he was going to smell like one too. Once the area was slathered in cream Jane sprinkled baby powder over his crotch and then rubbed it in. With all of that done the front of the diaper was lifted and taped closed. Anthony was helped off the table and on to the floor. His fresh diaper crinkled noisily around his waist as he shifted on his feet. “We aren’t going anywhere today so I think this will do.” Jane said as she pulled something out of the closet. There was little in the closet that surprised Anthony these days since he had worn most of it. This outfit, if it could be called that, was no exception. It was probably the most basic baby clothes he owned, a simple white onesie with frills around the leg and arm holes. The word “BABY” was embroidered in red capital letters across the chest. After being dressed Anthony was taken downstairs and all he could think about was how he was still hard in his diaper. Whether it was the diapers, the spanking or knowing his wife had slept with another man Anthony had no idea but something was turning him on and he didn’t like it at all. --- Anthony sat in his car feeling particularly angry. The previous day had been awful and there was no sign anything was going to get better. He couldn’t stop thinking about how bad everything had become recently. His wife was actively cheating on him, though he supposed she wasn’t trying to hide it so was it still considered cheating? With a shake of the head Anthony took a deep breath as his knuckles turned white from holding the steering wheel so tightly. It didn’t matter how open Jane was about it all, she was still sleeping with another man and there was nothing he could do about it. She was the one with all the power in their relationship and she was the one with the money. If he demanded everything stop and he stood his ground it would mean he lose his wife, his home, his job and, most likely, whatever remained of his dignity. The alarm on Anthony’s phone went off and he reluctantly got out of the car and collected his briefcase. His diaper was already damp and it hung slightly between his legs as he turned towards the building. Anthony had been sat in his car outside his office for the last fifteen minutes trying to avoid going into the building until the last possible moment. It was something he had been doing a lot recently. He had once been known for coming in early and saying hello to everyone, now he waited until the last possible second and avoided as many people as possible. He couldn’t bear to think that people might find out about his terrible secret. Walking into the building Anthony tried not to let the stresses from his home life show too much. He put his head down and hurried past the reception desk to his office. There was one positive to going to work though, and it was a big one. It was pretty much the only place where Anthony was able to be an adult. Apart from the ever-present diaper he looked the same as he always had. He didn’t need to worry about being embarrassed by Jane, he didn’t need to worry about having to crawl around or be spoon fed. As long as he kept his diapers private he was doing fine, it was something he had managed ever since the punishment started. “Good morning, Doctor.” A female voice rang out sunnily, “I thought you were about to be late.” Of course there was one person that wouldn’t let Anthony forget that no matter where he went he was a baby. Mandy was the older sister and caretaker of the boy who started all this mess, Joey. It was that young man’s humiliation that caused the twins to be punished and then when Anthony was caught up in it the punishment extended to him as well. Mandy had never let Anthony forget it despite the months that had passed. “Mandy.” Anthony said coldly by way of a greeting. “I was just bringing you some forms.” Mandy said as she pointed at the desk. “Yeah, well, thank you.” Anthony said gruffly, “You may leave.” Anthony saw Mandy smile at him. She started walking towards the office door which meant she had to walk past Anthony. The diapered man stood stiffly and waited for her to leave. She stopped when she got level with him and then, as casually as anything in the world, she slipped a hand down the back of Anthony’s pants. Anthony tensed up. Just like his wife, Mandy had him by the balls and if he displeased her there was a good chance his whole life would blow up. He had no choice but to grin and bear it as Mandy prodded and squeezed the obviously wet padding. “I think you can wait a while before a change.” Mandy said, “Until lunchtime at least.” “Are you done?” Anthony growled. Anthony knew that he was all bark and no bite. If Mandy wanted to stand there all day with her hand down his pants he knew there was little he could do to stop her. According to the rules of this bizarre set up the only person allowed to change his diaper at the office was Mandy. He was strictly forbidden from changing himself no matter what the circumstances. It meant Anthony knew that his wife and Mandy were in contact a lot, it didn’t make him feel good. “I’ll see you later.” Mandy said as she gave Anthony’s diaper one last squeeze. --- If you want to read what happens next RIGHT NOW you can find the next part of the story here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cuckolding-of-86519370

Hot off the presses. Literally. Normally, I wait a few days to edit, but I’ve rewritten this whole chapter one too many times. I don’t have time to go through comments right now, I’ll do that at a later date. Thanks for reading. ————— Recessive 13 The scene was set in the living room. The “adult” parties made small talk on the two couches, the two in diapers cowered below on the rainbow-foam-alphabet play mat, and everyone seemed to ignore the elephant in the room: the Big in the big, smelly diaper. Kaleb didn’t exactly try to remind them of their pigtailed elephant. The less attention the Amazons paid to their victims, the better it would work out for him. Maybe he could hide in plain sight; not seen, not heard, and not bothered. Perhaps he could slide into the other side of the Cushioning Test without being noticed. Or was that just Maturosis logic? Who knows? Either way, Kaleb sat flat on his padded bottom, with his newly hairless legs spread in an off-centered ‘U’. The thick teddy bear diaper made him sit weird. The bulky underpants forced his hips to tilt to one side, and moving around was noisy and attention seeking. He tried a couple of times to make himself more comfortable, but nothing he did took away the fact that he was wearing something meant for pooping-pants Littles. “So as I was saying.” Debbie put aside her glass of water before continuing. “It’s so nice to see so much ‘baby’ in the house again.” “Studies show that a Little breathes new life into the household,” agreed Dr. Mira. “There’s something about caring for others that gives older women a renewed sense of purpose.” Since there was nothing else to do but avoid sniffing in Charlotte’s direction, Kaleb began to further study his diaper. Kaleb pressed a finger into the plastic nose of one of the printed bears on his level 2 DP, watching the smug teddy’s face pop out after each push. He ran his fingers across the ruffled edge of the disposable along his waist. He checked the security of the Little-proof tapes; they were tight to the touch, soft and smooth to his fingers. He wasn’t getting out of these diapers without ‘their’ help; eighteen years of experience told him that much. That’s when Kaleb spotted the tiny yellow plastic dump truck among Callie’s toys. The Little had quite the stash for being a baby for less than a week. Between the silly rattles, pretty dollies, and cute cuddle-worthy stuffies, the plastic dump truck sat forgotten on its side. Kaleb knew it didn’t belong with the rest of the stupid girly stuff. In a way, the truck’s ‘desk’ was ‘crooked’, too. Since Callie wasn’t there to object, Kaleb reached out and grabbed the truck with his whole hand. He wasn’t going to play with it or anything, he just wanted to watch the wheels go round and round, which was totally different than playing with toys. For the next few minutes, he fiddled with the yellow truck that he found on the ground, flicking his finger against the plastic wheels to make them spin. Why? Reasons. He enjoyed watching the tiny tires shoot around in circles. It kept his mind off the surrounding Bigs, which was a good thing at the moment. Wheel-flicking also kept his mind off his own troubled mind — which was even better. Meanwhile, at a safe distance and thankfully downwind, Charlotte rested on her hands and knees. The baby-like position was all about avoiding pressing her messy backside against the floor at all costs. He could tell that she waited in agony for her promised diaper change; but Kaleb knew the Amazons better than she did, that diaper change was only going to happen when the Bigs thought that she had enough of the Little treatment. “We had just gotten to the Empathy Center,” Debbie began to explain her side of the morning abroad. “Charlotte was being such a baby about going into the building. You know how teenagers are, they think they’re so smart, but we ‘adults’ know better. After seeing what I saw with Callie, this new ‘mommy’ needed a quick and dirty lesson on the pain of diaper rash, and I figured the best way to learn is through experience.” “Absolutely correct,” Dr. Mira chimed in as she crossed her legs on the couch. “That’s the exact purpose of the Empathy Center. You can’t build ‘empathy’ without first offering a proper perspective.” To add insult to injury, the good doctor wiggled a thin finger at the Amazon in the dirty diaper. Charlotte let out a muffled wail behind her pacifier like the mating call of a drunk sea lion. Dr. Mira taunted the Big baby, “Do you want us to change your diaper?” The stinky Amazon whipped her head up and down so hard that her pigtails bobbed back and forth. Her cheeks puffed from behind her pacifier, Kaleb could barely make out the muffled word ‘please’. “Do you feel helpless, Charlotte?” Dr. Mira asked rhetorically. “That’s what a baby is: helplessness in a diaper. How do you think Little Callie felt when you didn’t check her often enough, when you didn’t change her quickly enough? It’s almost ‘enough’ to make a Little want to run away.” As their friend learned her lesson, Beckie and Layla communicated in glum silence; with soft whispers, hard looks, and open wincing. In their defense, they were just as helpless as their padded friend, and the control they had enjoyed over Kaleb slipped from their fingers in every passing moment. All of the Empathy Center talk had raised their collective anxiety levels. Beckie got a second case of the sweats, and Layla wilted in the fashion of a parched flower. “You know me, always one to strike up the small talk,” Debbie continued her story. “I started chatting it up with the receptionist, and I happened to mention something about Kaleb’s little Cushioning test. Well, she said that some famous Doctor Mira was doing her own research-study-thingy at the same Empathy Center. What are the odds?” “Wow, mom.” Layla tried to fit in with the older women, copying their mannerisms and tone of voice. “Did you know Dr. Mira was a celebrity when you met her?” “Actually, I didn’t,” Debbie admitted, quickly followed by an uncomfortable giggle. “Your dear old mom is always out of the loop on what’s going on.” “It’s quite alright, Debbie,” Mira reassured his stepmother. “I’m mostly known in scientific circles, not motherly ones. I’d rather have my research be more popular than my personage. Sometimes, I like to stay up late at night and think about how much I positively impact other people’s lives, but it’s important not to make it all about me.” “I can see why Layla likes you so much,” commented Debbie. “You’re like a super hero!” Mira replied, “You’re far too kind, Debbie.” “What did you do to Charlotte?” Beckie asked out of nowhere, she shook so much her voice rattled. “Why is she like dressed like that? Why did she… soil herself?” The older Amazons first took a moment understand her question. It was probably too simple to them, like asking someone how do they breathe, so the process of answering took more thought than it should have. Debbie struggled to explain — so Mira spoke first. “A Little in Charlotte’s care went missing,” said Dr. Mira. “Which is a serious affair requiring serious consequences.” All eyes followed Mira’s over to the diapered Amazon. Charlotte lay faced down, belly flat to the floor, and off-white colored stink-butt sticking out beneath her yellow skirt. “Littles naturally desire care and protection, so running away from their mommy is a straight forward indication of neglect or abuse. Knowing your friend, I’d say it’s the former rather than the latter, so Charlotte is getting a lesson about dirty diapers that she will never forget.” Beckie cleared her throat. “I don’t think that’s fair...” “Well, what would you do instead?” Dr. Mira raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s perfectly fair to make a bad mommy sit in a diaper rash. I think it’s perfectly fine to warm their behind with a couple of dozen hard swats. It’s nothing compared to the thought of a Little suffering in an environment not conducive to her psychological state.” Beckie raised her voice. “You gave her a spanking?” “Why yes, of course!” Dr. Mira returned her ire right back. “That’s not all we did. Your friend needed a messy diaper for her punishment. So I ordered a manual stimulation — and that seemed to do the trick, it always does.” “What’s a manual stimulation?” Layla asked with a confused expression. Dr. Mira pulled her hands out in front of her body, preparing to give them all a visual representation of their friend’s punishment. She formed a circle with her left hand, and then extended three fingers on her right. Then she ‘stimulated’ the circle by thrusting her fingers in and out — and everyone got the same mental image. Needless to say, all inquiring eyes got a bit wider from her demonstration. Dr. Mira was quite the performance artist. “I learned the tactic from old wive’s tales,” continued Mira as if she didn’t just mentally violate the room. “I don’t use my fingers like they did, we use a clinical device and a chemical cocktail instead, but the reaction is just the same. It’s like poking a hole in an umbrella, or unclogging a drain, because it certainly busts the dam.” Everyone sat in silence trying bleach the thought out of mind. Charlotte groaned from behind her pacifier. Kaleb couldn’t blame her for being so distraught, his bottom was still tightly puckered from just hearing about what had happened. “Dr. Mira?” Layla picked her words slowly, as if she treaded on uneasy ground. “What kind of research were you doing at the Empathy Center?” “The new kind, actually.” Dr. Mira evaluated the teen through her small oval glasses like they were a pair of soul reading microscopes. “The controversial kind that costs me funding. The kind that’s unpopular but entirely necessary. It’s a shame it has to be this way. Research into various Maturosis concepts is always under constant attack. I blame over-coddling Amazon mothers as much as those bleeding heart Little advocacy groups. They just don’t want to follow the facts to their obvious conclusions.” “I hate when people deny facts,” said Layla, then she shoved an elbow into Beckie’s ribs, knocking her sweaty friend out of a trance. Beckie quickly muttered, “I hate that, too.” “I really do appreciate all of the youthful enthusiasm,” Dr. Mira chuckled. “I can tell you two are so different than the rest of your lazy generation.” Layla didn’t know what to say, avoiding the obvious insult only to catch the backhanded compliment. “Uhh…” His stepsister rubbed her hand against her face. “Thanks, I guess.” “Isn’t Dr. Mira great?” Debbie beamed from beside her guest. “She really knows how to work with kiddos. Tell them the story about how I let the chicks run the roost instead of the hens… I can’t do it justice.” Dr. Mira didn’t tell any story about ‘chickens’, it didn’t need to be told a second time. The oppressive feeling in the room told it for her, and it didn’t leave out any details. The middle-aged scientist just leaned back into the cushions and cradled her bosom with a pair of folded hands. With a quick flick of her well manicured fingers, she adjusted her pristine white lab coat, making sure that the monogram ‘MIRA MD MOM’ on the lapel lay flat so it was more easily read. The conversation was about to get serious, and the room held their collective breath. Mira refocused her attention onto Layla, approaching the real reason why she was here, and the ceiling fan still wasn’t turned on. “Your mother informed me that you’re doing your own research project as some kind of homework. That Kaleb seems to be suffering from a recessive gene, and he is in the process of a Cushioning Test. I’d say that he’s pretty Escalated by the looks of it.” “Actually, I’m not doing any test,” snarked Kaleb, the toy truck cradled in both hands. “I just wear diapers for fun.” No one laughed. They all just stared at him. It was a joke. Or an attempt at a joke. It wasn’t exactly funny in hindsight, and he regretted saying it as soon as he did. Why was he such an idiot? It bothered him, as it should. His wetting accident was one thing, but pressure on the bladder was hardly the same as pressure on the brain. That's what all of this Maturosis nonsense was all about: pressure on the brain. And all of the constant pressure made him screw up even the simplest of things. He could feel Debbie’s shadow creep up his back as she stood up from the couch. Kaleb expected another one of her fruitless pants checks, but she spoke into his ear instead. “Kay-Kay, sweetie, don’t interrupt the grown-ups when they are talking. You keep playing with your toys.” “I’m not playing with toys,” growled Kaleb. He angrily rolled the toy truck across the carpet, the guttural sounds from his mouth almost sounded like an engine. All four wheels spun around, which was so very relaxing. “Do you need to go poo poo?” Debbie asked from over his shoulder. “Is that it? Do you feel a tingle in your bottom? We can put down that little toy truck and still make it to the potty in time. We don't want another accident, do we?" “No!” Kaleb shouted and slammed the truck into the foam play mat, making its entire frame rattle. “I don’t need to go!” Debbie said nothing, only giving a knowing look to Mira which conveyed ‘I tried’, and his stepmom returned to the spot she just left. Dr. Mira returned to Layla. “When 'was' his last BM?” “He hasn’t had one since Escalation,” replied his stepsister. “Now that isn’t good at all,” Dr. Mira said sharply. “If he’s been Escalated for this long, and he hasn’t gone poo-poo in the potty, then we may need to move that process forward. Manually, or otherwise. Stubborn Littles will keep it in until they get sick, and we don’t want that to happen to Kaleb under our watch.” “I’m not sick,” Kaleb sneered at the Amazons who seemed so Big above him. “And I’m not a Little.” “No one said that you were a Little.” Dr. Mira smiled at Kaleb, a cruel thing that was all lips and no teeth. “Maybe later, you can explain why you’re so concerned with the comparison.” Kaleb questioned, “Why not now?” “We don’t have time to do it now,” replied Dr. Mira, “because I’m about to get started.” "Oh, boy!" Debbie clapped her hands together. "I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun." "I love your enthusiasm, Debbie." Dr. Mira pulled a small device from her labcoat pocket, it was small and square like a digital note pad. With a swift flick of her thumb, the screen came to life. "That’s the spirit of science running through your veins. Mothers aren't just natural caretakers, we’re expert explorers as well. Women like us represent the cutting edge, others will follow, but we were the trailblazers that forged the path to discovery. Do you have your note-taker and are you ready to begin as my lab assistant?" Debbie yanked a similar black hand held from behind her back and waved it happily to Dr. Mira. "I'm all set!" "Wait a sec!" Layla climbed up from the couch. "You mean to tell me that my mom is your lab assistant?" "Why, yes!” exclaimed Dr. Mira. "Is that going to be a problem?" Even idiots like Kaleb could tell that this was already a 'problem' for Layla. Kaleb stopped his wheel-flicking to watch his stepsister stress out for once. The room got really awkward as Layla searched for the right things to say. Her self-esteem couldn’t take being brushed aside for the sake of her 'kinda stupid', 'always clueless' mother. Layla put a lot of stock in her intelligence, her ability to maintain control, and her innate sense of leadership. Debbie held none of those qualities, only the small computer notepad and the role that Layla so desperately sought. He could read his dear old stepsis like she could read him, he knew that her world felt upside down. Little Miss Perfect wasn’t used to the experience; unlike Kaleb, who always wore disappointment like his black T-shirts. "No! I mean, yes!" Layla pointed to herself with both hands to her chest. "I'm the one with the scientific experience. I've read all of your books and I've poured over your studies.. I'm… I'm an all A student on the honor roll, the top 1% of my class. If it’s because I'm young, I’m almost out of high school, and I’m also close to nineteen.” “That’s nice, dear.” Dr. Mira picked at a non-existent speck of dust on her bosomy chest, then rubbed it between her thin fingers, before flicking it away into the air. “Unfortunately, 'almost' doesn’t count in the world of science. There is no data point called ‘almost’. Almost is what Littles do when they ‘almost’ make it to the potty.” Amazons were pretty good at throwing around insults like punches, and Dr. Mira hit like a heavy weight, fast and relentless. Kaleb felt that second hand insinuation, it came with the speed of a gale force wind, and Layla seemed taken aback as she stammered a defense. Layla muttered, “I… I…” “You should know better than to beat yourself up over the 'uncontrollables',” Mira explained to his stepsister. “You’re still young, still immature, and you still need a guiding hand.” Layla went to argue. “I know, but…” “Stop with the silly questions, they don’t become you. The most important aspect of an experiment is its real world application, but you don’t have any experience in the real world. I know you're excited about science, so let's take that youthful energy and pour it into our research. I see a lot of potential in you, Layla. That’s why I need you to become my 'Little Helper’.” “Helper? Little helper?” Layla sounded confused, she sensed the immediate danger, everyone did. “What’s a helper? I mean, I’d like to help, but.. what about Beckie? Can she be your Little Helper?" Doctor Mira quickly dismissed the idea with a shake of her head. "Sorry, but I don't think your friend is very capable of anything right now. I think she's already in a stage two. Write that down, Debbie. Did she do anything strange with Kaleb? Anything remotely sexual?" Beckie's eyes went wide. "Uh... no." "Are you sure, honey?" Dr. Mira evaluated the teen through her oval glasses, and Beckie seemed to ‘welch’ where she sat, unable to protect herself from all of the insinuation. "Not even a little bit of 'ride-the-stuffie'? Or maybe an overzealous game of horsey? Did you feel a tiny 'tingle' during his bath time or when you diapered him? If you did, it's okay. There are a lot of confusing thoughts going through your still-developing mind right now. It's perfect fine to be 'diaper curious' — it's not as uncommon as you think. My new research delves deep into that topic, and the results aren't that surprising. Well, at least not to me." The good doctor's words worked like an alarm clock to Beckie, pulling her out of her waking sleep. The scared teen ran a hand through her short hair, making the front bangs stick up in the air. Her sunken face and wild expression exposed her terror. Her eyes shot from the doctor to Charlotte, then looked to Layla as if she was the last life boat. "I swear I didn't do anything, or... or feel anything! I am not 'diaper-curious', that's ridiculous! It isn't even real!" Dr. Mira grabbed the stack of research papers that sat on the edge of the couch and held it up for the group to see. "I'll just have to see what his wave readers say -- then I can check the saturation of your underwear. Then we can talk about what’s real and what’s not real.” Beckie froze — and that life raft was already long gone, because Layla refused to make eye contact with her friend. The knives were out and everyone was in for themselves. "Don't worry, Beckie." Dr. Mira peered over the paper notes, speed reading and flipping through stapled pages. "I've already spoken to your mother, she's excited to see my potential findings. That's why she signed you up for my care." The room had to adjust to the 'power-shift' they all just witnessed. This doctor was so ‘alpha’ that she had already taken over the house. Sure, toppling 'clueless' Debbie didn’t require much work; but Layla and Beckie were pretty respectable, now they were reduced to bumbling idiots. And this wasn’t counting the already fallen ‘domino’. Charlotte softly whimpered in the fetal position, her party dress hiked up to her waist and her dirty diaper exposed for all to see. Doctor Mira was a walking, talking giant sponge full of potential energy, a catalyst for radical change, and a Big threat now coming his way. Kaleb felt the lightning shoot through him when they locked eyes; but it wasn’t exactly lightning, it was fear that banged through his entire body, bouncing from limb to limb, turning his heart into a drum machine. He put aside his toy truck and took a hard swallow. He had to quickly gather his wits about him; this Dr. Mira was like Layla on steroids. She had all of Layla's patented 'know-it-all' hubris and the experience to match. Mira was queenly, boss-like, and motherly all rolled together into a real life statuesque vision of Amazonian motherhood. "I'll also be finishing Kaleb's cushioning test." Dr. Mira had a stern softness to the way she spoke to him, very different than the 'ice queen' manner she had with his stepsister. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll make sure that it's done right, you're in the hands of a grown-up now." "I didn't agree to this, mom!" shouted Layla, as her reality was going all wrong. "Kay-Kay's Cushioning test was 'MY' homework!" "I know you didn't, but I did.” Debbie corrected her daughter. “Since I am the hen, I run this roost.” Uh-oh, it looked as though stepmom found a backbone. “Dr. Mira told me that you'd get to be a part of the most important experiment in a decade, and I know you don't want to miss that kind of opportunity. Plus, she made some good points about how I raised you, and I thought maybe I could use an expert's touch when it comes to my special child." Dr. Mira smiled like a vulture, all crooked beak and promising no good intentions. "Debbie, you are going to be the most wonderful lab assistant." “Thanks again for the opportunity,” replied his stepmother. “I’m going to do my very best.” “I know you will,” Dr. Mira said with an accompanying wink. "Debbie, I need you to go to the kitchen and fetch a Level 1 A, a Level 2 A and a Level 3 A. Let’s start by changing Charlotte's stinky diaper. She’s probably learned her lesson, don’t you think?” With another wail, Charlotte vigorously nodded in agreement. Dr. Mira seemed to appreciate the palpable desperation from the Amazon teen. “Let’s change her on the layout mat in the living room, we don’t have any changing tables here, and that'd make it easier for future changes. I'm going to go over Kaleb's notes, see where the girls left off, then I'll start him on his next task. As for Layla, I want her in the level 1 trainer, ASAP. She's not as far gone as the others, but we may need to use her as a control. I already have some ideas in mind for our short-haired hormonal case. Beckie will require immediate treatment, but not as immediate as the poopy princess, so change Charlotte first." Debbie smiled and saluted. "Can and will do, doctor." His stepmom marched to the kitchen and began rummaging through the plastic bags she had just brought home. The good news was those goodie bags from the Little store weren't all for him. In fact, that was very good news. He could feel the exciting magic sponge energy flow through him as he heard the ripping of plastic packaging and shopping bags. His heart leapt as he wanted to see what would happen next to his stepsister. Was it wrong for him to want to laugh? Wrong to love the cruelty of the moment? Was he secretly a sadist? No. He was only a little brother, with all of the trappings of the sibling rivalry that came with his role. Kay-Kay was about to find out what happens to 'Lay-Lay' when she's on the wrong end of this kind of thing. "Dr. Mira?” Layla took a deep breath and asked the question everyone was dying to know the answer to. “What exactly are you researching here?" "Why, I'm so glad you asked, Layla." Doctor Mira turned like a tank turret towards his stepsister — slowly, methodically, and taking dead aim. It was hard not admire the way this woman mastered the art of spongy suspense, letting the seconds trickle away every time before she spoke. Dr. Mira devilishly grinned as she tapped her small computer’s stylus against her lips. When she figured out what she wanted say, she put aside her device and folded her hands together, then she leaned over her knees to get closer to his stepsister. "For years, I've been confused on the status of the younger generations. As I grow older, they seem to grow younger. Of course, I'm not talking about in age, that’s just a number. I'm talking about immaturity. I'm talking about a problem 'adulting'. I'm talking about the ever-expanding canyon between young adult and able-bodied parent.” “There are societal impacts here,” continued Mira. “A butterfly effect that impacts the very core motherhood.” “I don’t think I’m following,” muttered Layla. “You guys are getting married at an older age, you're delaying the start families later and later, and you're not adopting Littles at a sustainable rate — which is yet another societal problem. There is a clear lack of motherly preparedness with those under thirty. The Empathy Centers are full of young ladies unable to perform their societal role. Are you following now? Or do I have to explain it like you’re four years old?” "I don't know..." Layla trailed off. "Then it’s a good thing that I 'do' know," Dr. Mira snapped like a latex glove. “You earlier mentioned that you've read my studies. Am I in the business of being wrong?" Layla closed her eyes, admitting defeat. “I guess you’re right.” “Of course I’m right,” snapped Dr. Mira, “I wrote the textbook on being right." And with that explanation, Mira’s notepad device had already returned to her hands, as if she made her point and was prepared to move forward. Kaleb remained transfixed on her mannerisms as she hastily worked. He wondered what she wrote on her screen with such delicate touch. He noticed that Dr. Mira had a strange feminine and flexible strength. Like a skinny twig, or a bullwhip. The scientist recrossed her legs, this time in a different position, as she scribbled her computer's pen against the small screen. Dr. Mira double and triple checked her work to make sure she was getting off on the right foot. When she was done, she punctuated whatever she wrote with a stab of her pencil and she was back to explaining everything. "Now, since you're rightfully curious about the test you're about to take, I'll further explain my research. I plan to get to the bottom of this generational disorder, one way or another. To put a stop to the laziness, the idleness, the elastic-stretching of the teenage years all the way to the mid-twenties. We will start from the beginning, retrace our collective steps, and in the process, teach you some empathy for Littles and Little care. I have several hypothesis to test, and terminologies to master, but we all have a long way to go.” “I'll start by putting a name to this condition -- I like to call it 'Immaturosis'."

hi everyone!! my name is sam and i’ve been a long time lurker but i’ve decided to finally start connecting with my community on here with a desire to be closer to people in the community!! i am currently a college student in texas, and if you couldn’t tell, i love spiderman!! i identify as non-binary and use they/them pronouns and would love to meet other non-binary littles (and caregivers of course!) it’s awesome to meet you all!

Every year, there’s one. Every year there’s one little boy who stumbles into my web, innocently thinking he’s getting the experience of a lifetime. But instead, he’s just mine until I decide to let him go. It’s simple how it starts. You see, most of these young men are coming from a town a little north of here. It’s one of those crazy religious towns where even holding hands in public can get you the fury of the bishop. No doubt in this town, Sundays are not just for football. They’re for praying to the heavens, asking the Almighty to spare you from whatever cruel whim crosses the deity’s mind. They should have been praying not to discover me. Once they’re old enough, all the young men go away to college, and many of them come here. To this nice liberal arts college in Aviation City. We aren’t a fancy city like New York or Washington, D.C. But we are kind here. We have each other's backs, we tip our waiters, and most of all, we mind our own fucking business. No one is going to come over and ask you why they could have sworn they heard crying coming from my house all night last night as I made one of the boys punish themselves for not following my instructions while on campus. No, no one is nosey. No one cares. Except for me. Anyway, once the kids come to campus, I simply wait for them to come to me. It usually takes about four weeks after they’ve settled in. After they’ve tasted the college girls and discovered that even their tight asses and firm tits aren’t enough to quench the edge of their thirst. These men want diapers, they need the diapers. They need mommy. And I am mommy. One of them always reaches out and says they just happened to come across my services on the internet. They want to know more about it, and how I can give them a service. How I could baby them for a few hours here and there. The best part? Most of them seem to think that it’s their idea. But it’s really not. I ensure these babies see photos online of others who have come to my nursery, looking innocent and helpless in their cribs and high chairs. Outside in the grass playing, or even more deliciously, having their diapers changed in a park. This piques their curiosity, causes their small penises to twitch, and causes them to reach for their phones to send me a message. But what they don’t see is the bigger picture. When Timothy came to the nursery, he was helpless in his crib. I made sure of it. All it takes is a little dose of my special milk, and these boys have the functionality of a two-year-old. Timmy had flopped around on the floor for a few minutes while my reading group undressed him, shaved all the hair off his body (we can’t have hair on babies now, can we?), and then locked his tiny penis into a micro chastity cage. We then wrapped him in several thick diapers and left him in the crib that was in the living room while we continued our reading group. The helpless, scared look in his eyes was real. It wasn’t part of some fake session where it was just him and mommy. I don’t fake things. I give the real experiences these men need. Like when I changed Luke’s diaper in the park, right across from the campus. He had decided to ignore me when walking home from class one day, and I told him that I had no problem punishing him to remind him of his place. I think that because he was with his girlfriend at the time, he thought he could keep walking. But after some firm manhandling from my friends, he was over my lap on the park bench receiving 100 spanks, turning his bottom a crisp amber. By the time I was finished with him, he had no choice but to turn over and receive his diaper change in the grass while his speechless girlfriend looked on. “Watch closely,” I told the shocked women who had just stared, terrified and in complete disbelief. “You’ll need to do this all next week because this baby isn’t allowed to touch his diapers next week to remind him to be a good baby.” He was taped snuggly into his diapers and a booster and sent on his way without any pants. I can’t remember if his girlfriend changed his diapers all that week, but from then on, he always said Hi Mommy, every time he saw me. Even when he was with his friends. Because the punishments can get worse. But I get it. I understand. It’s hard to admit that you need a firm mommy to keep you safe, make you feel secure, and guide you into the discipline you need to successfully become the man you need to be. Besides, how could these boys know that this was the experience they were going to get? They probably thought I’d just change their diapers, give them some cuddles and send them on their way. But that would be irresponsible of me. Completely irresponsible. These boys need the full mommy experience to become the responsible adults society needs them to be. The first time they enter my house, I ask them what they want from the experience. Nine times out of ten, they tell me they really just want some diapering and the cuddles. You know, the usual stuff those boring mommies provide. I nod and ask them about their personal life. I need to know where they live on campus. Do they live alone? Do they live with a girlfriend? What classes are they taking? How often do their parents come and visit? I ask them these questions for their own good, so I can curate an experience that makes the most sense for them. For example, if their parents come to visit once a month, that’s the week I’ll be sure to make sure they are diapered. So they’ll remember who their real mommy is while they’re having polite conversations with the adults who failed them as a child. After they’ve answered all their questions, I tell them it’s time to do a quick inspection of their bodies. The men generally flinch at this. I’m not sure what they were expecting; they are here to be diapered,after all, I would be seeing their pee pees in due time. But this is different. I actually built a special room for this inspection. It’s filled with mirrors. But not just any kind of mirror. They’re actually slightly warped. You see, some of these men pull off their shorts with great excitement and strut into the room, certain the dick swinging between their legs will impress me. But while in the inspection room, their penises look tiny. Like little baby shrimp nestled between their legs. The mirrors aren’t magic or anything, but each of these wannabe men gasp at their sight and I take their penises and sigh with disappointment. Before they enter the room, I fit each boy with a collar that keeps their necks straight. I tell them it’s because posture is critically important, and that will be the first lesson they will learn while they are with me. They will have good manners; they will have good posture, and they will be good for mommy. Zach was terrified when he entered the mirror room for the first time. He kept trying to look down to see if what he saw in the mirror was real. His shrimp penis in the mirror was a respectable size in the real world, but I didn’t need him to know that. Boys with big dick energy were problematic enough already and needed to be taken down a peg or two. So I just put the small cocklet between my fingers, asked him if he needed tweezers to masturbate, and demanded he explain himself. Zach stammered out an apology which caused my heart to explode in joy. He was sorry for having such a small penis. He hadn’t realized it was so small. Zach was stumbling over his words at this point, fumbling with my reality and his perception of reality. I asked him what it was I was holding between my fingers. “It’s my dick.” I glared at him from the mirror. “No, it’s not. What did we just discuss?” “I.. I… am… sorry, ma’am?” He thought I was upset that he had not called me ma’am. I had been very clear, I was mommy. Not ma’am, not Miss Jessica, not Mom. I was mommy. I squeeze his balls set him straight. “My penis mommy,” Zach winced, still looking in horror at the tiny penis I was holding. “I don’t think this is a penis now, is it?” I still held onto it with my delicate fingers. “Mommy?” He was confused. They usually are at this point. None of them asked for this. But then again, people rarely ask for what they need. “This one-inch, thing looks more like a pee pee than anything else. Limp and harmless.” Zach gasped. He didn’t want to say that. So I just hit his balls once. “It’s my baby pee pee, mommy.” “I want you to tell me that you don’t have a penis. Only grown men have a penis. You have a baby pee pee.” Zach said it, a tear rolling down his cheek. I smiled and had him say it about fifty more times before I was satisfied. The mirror always made what happened next easier. I kept them in the collar for their first diapering. The less they see their penis, the better. I don’t want them to get any ideas. Some of my boys I’d put in chastity while I had them on the bright pink nursery table. For others, I’d just tuck them down so they can’t get those nasty erections they all tend to get during their first diaper change with me. All of them get the suppository. I needed them to realize what it was like to be my helpless babies for a while. They were asking for it, after all. Take Brandon’s application for a session with me. He said he’d “like to know what it’s like to be a baby for a few hours.” The poor guy even said he wanted to feel helpless like a baby. Evidently, his life was stressful enough as it was, and this was one way he could get that relief. I’ll be honest. I know why they’re asking for these things. It’s because they read too many AB/DL stories on Reddit and those other sites. They think that the young man can just go into a nursery, tell the Mommy what he wants, and at the end of the day, go home after a mind-blowing orgasm. But babies don’t have orgasms. That’s for adults only. No babies have to sit in their mess until an adult notices they need to be changed. They are snapped into baby onesies because it’s easier to keep their clothes on that way. And they’re strapped onto changing tables, because god forbid the baby roll off during a diaper change. Brandon was put off by the mirror room and squirmed and whelped when I slid both suppositories into him. I guess he’s not used to Mommy putting fingers in his “no no” place. But once I got the diaper taped on him and the plastic pants rolled up his legs, along with the locking harness so bad babies couldn’t get their hands in trouble, I sent him into the playroom to have some fun. The playroom was a room I had custom-built in my house. The architect was puzzled at first, when I insisted on supersizing the proportions of the room. I wanted the windows to take up each wall so they were floor to ceiling, I had a few baby mobiles installed throughout the room that were larger than life. But the thing I was most proud of, was the floor. It was extremely bouncy, making it nearly impossible for a baby to walk across it, let alone one of my larger babies who were wearing a thick diaper and booties. Every now and then, one of them would figure out how to stand up. But I knew how to nip that in the bud pretty quickly. A pair of spiky locking booties always did the trick. I loved watching them take a few tentative steps, insisting to me that they could walk with no problem, only to discover after a few steps they’d need to crawl on their hands and knees. But Brandon was a fun one to watch. About twenty minutes into playing with the toys in the room, he got this look in his eyes. It was just about then I’d leave the room and tell him I’d be back in an hour or so. I closed and locked the door behind me, but not before I pressed the button on the wall that allowed the shades to rise. That’s when Brandon saw that my house backed onto a busy street corner where students were walking about, minding their own business. And my windows were perfectly in view for everyone. What he didn’t know was that no one could see in, but there was no need to tell him that. He needed to focus on not messing his diapers for mommy. This was always my favorite part, watching these babies begin to bang at the door with their mittened fists, or just break down in tears, knowing they were about to make a massive, smelly present for mommy. The suppositories were a special blend of mine. I made them myself. They were slow to release so each of my babies would be messing several times over the next hour. The first time was humiliating. The back of the diaper proofing out with a massive mess. The second time was demoralizing. The diaper just continued to expand while the wearer realized that they had absolutely no control. By the third and fourth time, the little ones were absolutely sobbing, realizing that they’d already spent a significant amount of time in the diaper and that there was no sign of mommy coming back anytime soon. They always cried. They always pitched a fit. They begged they pleaded. But best of all, all of them thought that the people on the street, the ones living their lives and minding their own business, could see them do their infantile deed. After a while, I’d return to the nursery and the now humbled men would look in my direction and beg for someone to change their diaper. Sometimes I’d say yes and drag them over to the changing table next to the window. But other times I’d say that I needed to run a quick errand and that’d I’d be back soon and instead help them into the giant crib next to the window. I’d tell them that they needed to be safe, so of course, I’d strap them to the crib mattress on their back, and give them a pacifier to suck on. No one wants babies who will spend all day crying. Even if they did need a change. But my favorite thing to do was to ask my babies if they needed a change, have them beg for one, and then reveal that my guest who was over would change them because “mommy is busy and just doesn’t have time.” They’d beg for mercy at that point. They’d insist that this wasn’t what they wanted, this wasn’t the plan, and this wasn’t what they paid for. But I know what they needed. I know these men need to be just like babies. This is why when Tommy was in the nursery, I brought the woman he had slept with the week before into the room to change his packed pampers. He had begged for a change and was about to get the most humiliating change possible. *** Wanna see more and read part two? Check it out: https://www.patreon.com/darkstoryhouse

Chapter 3 : The nightmare From the depths of sleep, I am witness to a strange scene. I’m still in my hospital bed, and see my nurse come over to me holding a plate of veggies. She looks at me and, with a demented smile asks: Who wants some good vegetables! The word is then repeated again and again like an echo. Suddenly, I’m back in one of my swimming competitions at the edge of the pool. I realize everything that happened to me, with the coma, the hospital and all, that was the bad dream, and now I have to get into position because the race is about to start. I get set at the starting line and look at the other girls around me. They’re all looking back at me. I hear the signal for the start of the race and jump in the water, but as soon as my body enters the water, I realize I have no control over any of my movements. I can’t swim anymore! I am underwater, looking back at the surface and I can still see all of the girls at the starting line. None of them have jumped in the water and they’re still looking at me, though my vision is now too blurry to make out any details about their face. I find myself thinking I should have brought my swimming goggles. I can hear the voice of my nurse again, but this time muffled by the water: “Look! It’s a delicious vegetable!” I see my nurse, patting herself on the stomach. I suddenly realize I’ve been underwater for far too long, and I can’t breathe! I need to breathe! I’m starting to panic. I try to swim back to the surface, but my body still refuses to obey my commands. It takes a while for me to realize I no longer am underwater. I try to scream, but I feel like I’m choking and no sound is coming out from me. The machine next to my bed goes crazy as the beeps speed up to high speed, and I can hear an alarm blaring. I can see my nurse, whom for once, doesn’t look cheery at all, frantically working at my side. She’s moving quickly and anxiously, and even through my own panic I notice her injecting something in my solutes. I still feel like my lungs are going to implode. Another woman I’m seeing for the first time runs into the room, screaming instructions. She’s holding what looks like a suitcase, which she opens to reveal rows of clear bottles. My nurse takes one of those bottles, stabs it with the needle of a syringe and then injects it directly into my arm. I feel the stab of the needle, and almost immediately, I can feel my body reacting to it. My throat opens up and I finally succeed at taking a long gasping breath. I then let out a loud scream of pain and terror. My scream turns into sobs, and the sobs slowly get less frantic as the two women attempt to calm me down with soft words. At most, I must have been around 30 seconds without air, but for the first time since I woke up here, I fully realize a terrifying truth: I might die here without having been able to pronounce a single word or even to leave this room. I keep sobbing and my body is shaking in terror. I want my mom to be here. I want her to hold me in her arms, to speak to me in her soft voice. I feel so alone. So incredibly alone. I’m so caught up in my own emotions I barely even notice that my nurse has started her cleaning routine with me. As such, I also barely register when she removes the diaper I’ve been wearing, cleans up my privates and then tapes on a new one. As the woman who came in to help appears to be leaving, my nurse says, with a voice that is clearly shaken by the events and sounds sad, if not pitiful : “Well, at least now we do know she’s able to urinate on her own, so there's that.“ The woman answers with a stern, worried voice : “Keep taking her vitals every 5 minutes, she could get in shock again.” The nurse, who appears to be done with her routine, looks at me with tears in her eyes: “My poor girl, if only you knew how much we want you to make it through.” I fall asleep once again, this time without a single dream.

After 25+ years 24/7, and many doctors later, you soon realize two things: The only one who cares about their style or type of underwear is you; your doctor may notice your underwear and may or may not comment. They really don't care if you need it or not, especially if you tell them that you've got it handled. Even if you just like to wear them and may or may not use them requires no explanation. It's easier to be shy and avoid the issue but bringing it out leads to freedom.

It would be more effective to make it a Big Red Button labeled "DO NOT PUSH"

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Chapter 5: Alone Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess Three Weeks Later… “Honey?” “Yes Mama?” I replied as I carefully placed the last block remaining on my huge tower. “Have you seen my shoes? I’m running late.” “Umm… I fink you left dem by the sofa.” I replied, looking around the sofa area. I was perfectly situated in front of the sofa, facing the TV with my toys, which made me the perfect scout for ‘Operation: Find Mama’s shoes’. “Dey here!” I shouted back. Mama walked in, wearing a pantsuit, looking smarter den I had ever seen her look before, albeit apart from her bare feet. “Thank you, babygirl. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She praised me, ruffling my hair as she walked past me, being super careful as to not knock over my block tower. “Are you going to be a good girl whilst I’m gone? I mean… I’d ask my sister to babysit, but she’s going to be with me, and it’s a bit short notice to find someone else I trust.” “I be okay!” I replied. “I’m a super duper big girl!” “Suuuure you are… Now, you remember the rules? Stay in here with your toys. No changing yourself, no going into the kitchen or going near my books. Nothing dangerous, okay? And… no walking…” She quickly slipped her smartest shoes on and walked back around me. “Aww…. buh Mama…” I whined. “You’re making amazing progress learning to walk sweetie, but keep it to crawling for now, okay? I don’t want you hurting yourself when Mummy isn’t here.” “Fine…” “You’ve got a full baba, I won’t be long, so you be my good little baby, okay Princess?” She said, kneeling down and looking me in the eyes. “I wills!” I replied, feeling super proud because I was going to be her good little baby! “I’ll be an hour at most. Depends on traffic. The actual meeting won’t take long.” “Otay Mama! Good luck!” “Thanks baby.” She said, unlocking the front door and blowing me a kiss before she shut it again. This was the first time Mama had left me alone. In the past three weeks she hadn’t left the house… or left me alone. Her sister brought us groceries, buh Mama wouldn’t let her in and I didn’t get a chance to see my Auntie on any of the occasions she showed up. I didn’t mind being around Mama all the time, if anything it hurt when she even just left the room, I didn’t know what it would be like if she left the house. But then Mama got a call from some super important person, telling her she had to go to a meeting about some family thing. I tried asking Mama for more info on wha dis was, buh she wouldn’t tell me. Just said it was a ‘family’ thing… an ‘adult’ thing. I trusted her, so I dropped it pretty quickly. This meant her leaving the house now though… which I’ve been dreading the past couple of days since she got the important grown up phone call. She promised to be back within the hour, so I focused on my toys instead of the longing for her, now that she was gone. The craving. It was like a rope connected us. And the more she pulled away, the more it hurt me. But I had to be strong for Mama. She promised me another chapter of that story she started ages ago, the one I have been super excited for. Only reason I haven’t gotten more of it in three weeks is because Mama has been busy and I’ve been falling asleep in my crib earlier and earlier, so we keep missing time for the story. I mean… that and the fact I’m too nervous to ask her for more. She’s a super good storyteller, buh I dun wanna bother her. I jus wanna make her happy. She’s probably jus forgot about it, buh thankfully she remembered and promised me another part tonight! Speaking of those past three weeks, I am getting super better at walking! The strength in my legs is getting better, and I’m able to stand with help from Mama. She keeps giving me these yummy drinks that help me feel stronger, and I think within another week or so I’ll be able to walk without Mama’s help! At least I can crawl now, the first week was boring as I needed Mama to carry me everywhere. After that, after Mama started me on these get-stronger drinks, I was gradually able to crawl, which made playing a lot more fun! We also had lots and lots and lots of snuggling! We watched more movies than ever, usually one every couple of nights, as we snuggled up on the sofa together. Getting to rest my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat… It was magical. I tried listening to mine, to see what mine sounds like, buh I can’t put my head on my own chest like I can wif Mama’s, so I couldn’t hear anything. Even when Mama showed me how to check my heart wif my wrist, that didn’t work. Mama just told me it must be a super duper special heartbeat because I’m a super duper special baby. Overall though, the past three weeks have been pretty uneventful. At least until today. This sudden change, and with the absence of Mama now… I was starting to feel a little uneasy. It felt like something within me was being tugged, but I couldn’t figure out what it was, much less fix whatever was wrong with me. So I focused entirely on playing. As long as I just sat here and played with my toys, Mama would be back in no time… right? Twenty minutes later… and the tug was getting stronger. Like… whatever force was trying to pull me away… was increasing in strength every minute. It was starting to scare me. And no amount of toys or cartoons would help at this point. Because this pull… was starting to hurt. Like actually physically hurt. Like every fibre in my being was being pulled at, pulling me off in a specific direction… towards one corner of the room. There was nothing special about that corner, nothing special about that area of the room… It was just a normal corner. But for some reason, it was as if my soul was being pulled towards it. And it’s not like I could say it’s the universe saying I’ve been super duper naughty and need corner time. I know this because I’m the bestest, goodest baby for Mama! Three weeks of no tantrums, no complaining, nuffin! I’m always a good girl for Mama, so why would the universe want me in the corner? Twenty more minutes and the pain was subsiding. Like the dial on whatever it was was slowly being reduced, until it became a slight tingle again, just a slight pull. That was… until I heard a car pull up outside. Dropping the blocks, I crawled quickly over to the window and pulled the curtains apart an inch or so, just so I could get a peek. Mama told me weeks ago that the curtains aren’t to be opened at all. Somefing about an allergy I have. But a slight peek wouldn’t hurt, would it? Looking through, I saw Mama’s car in the driveway. Clapping my hands excitedly, I crawled back over to the blocks and sat down on my thickly padded butt again, watching the door intently. “I’m home…” Mama called out as she unlocked and opened the door, walking in and closing it behind her, locking all the locks and turning to face me. “There’s my precious baby!” I felt a warmth in my heart as she smiled down at me. Like she was genuinely happy to see me. So I reached out my arms and did the ‘grabby hands’ motion. “MAMA! I misseded you! How it go?” I blurted out. “I missed you too, Princess. It went well. Mama got something left to her by her great Grandma. But we can talk about that another time, as I’m not even sure what I’m going to do with it just yet. No, what I want to know is… how’s my baby?” “I otay!” I smiled as she dropped her bag by the front door and slipped off her shoes before walking over and climbing down to the floor to sit next to me. “I been playing!” “Did you have fun? And how was it, being away from Mama?” “I did! …Buh I missed you.” “I missed you too, precious. Everything else okay?” She asked, looking concerned. “Uh huh… why?” “You look… like something’s bothering you.” “It nuffin.” “Baby… you know not to keep secrets from Mummy…” She looked at me with that stern face that always won. “I… I started feeling owwie.” I stared at the floor, guiltily. “Owwie? In what way, baby?” She said, pulling me close to her for a hug, resting my head on her shoulder. “I dunno… it started hurting all over, then it got better. Until you got back.” “Did it stop when I got home?” “Uh huh!” Mama stared off into space and went quiet all of a sudden. “No… what could have caused…” She mumbled to herself. “It okay! It gone now, and Mama is home!” Mama squeezed me tight and kissed the top of my head. “Good. But this does mean Mama has to do a bit of reading tonight, okay?” “Otays.” “But for now, how about we get you in the bath? You’re starting to turn into a stinky baby!” “I no stinky! I no even messied!” “Not yet… but you could still do with a bath. So come on, let’s get that cute butt in the bath.” “Wif bubbles?” “What kind of monster do you think I am? Giving a precious little baby Princess a bath WITHOUT bubbles?” Mama smiled and kissed my nose, before getting up and holding out her hands. I giggled and took her hands as she helped me up to my feet, holding on tight as I nervously waddled my way to the bathroom. As I splashed around in the bath, giggling as I plunged the yellow toy duck under the water only to watch it launch back up out of it, Mama knelt by the side of the bath, scrubbing my back with a sponge. “Having fun? Remember, don’t make too much of a mess, otherwise Mama will have to clean it all up!” Mama said, as she poured warm water down my back. Nodding, I continued playing, enjoying the warm water and Mama taking care of me. I felt so happy in this moment. But then again, I’ve felt happy ever since I woke up three weeks ago. It was all so perfect. I had Mama, I had no worries, an I could jus be baby! As the ducky launched out of the water again, I found my eyes wandering, distracted by something that had kept catching my eye the past few weeks… but I was too nervous to look at. I had had plenty of baths since I woke up, and I had noticed it all before, but I was just too… it was like I didn’t want them to be there, like I wanted to pretend they weren’t. But right now, in this moment… I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. “What’s up, sweetpea?” Mama asked, brushing my cheek with her hand. “Mama…?” I asked, in that tone kids use when they’re unsure if they’ll get in trouble or not. “Yes?” “Wha… wha are those?” I said, pointing to the large scars on my legs. Scars that went all the way up my legs, fracturing off in all directions. I had the same on my arms too, and my chest. I had noticed them very early on, but it was as if my mind changed its focus every time I looked at them. “Those? Why those are scars, honey.” She answered, like it was no big deal. “Why… Why do I have dem?” “Sometimes when we get hurt, it leaves a mark on our body. Look, Mama has a scar…” She said, pulling open her blouse to reveal a scar on her chest. “When… When did I get hurt?” I asked. Suddenly flashes invaded my mind, images that appeared and disappeared before I could focus on them and make out what they were. My head hurt and I quickly dropped my toys and clutched my head. “Baby… it’s okay… just… look at Mama, okay? Look at Mama. It’s going to be okay. Just focus on Mummy for now, okay?” I did as Mama said and looked at her, still clutching my head. And as I focused on Mama’s beautiful face, the images quickly went away and the pain subsided. “It’s okay, beautiful. I’m here. No more big girl thoughts. Just… focus on Mama for now, okay? No more focusing on your body, focus on me…” My mind felt like it was drifting off, like it was shutting down… being replaced by… warmth… colours… happy feelings… “I guess we’ll have to try again.” Mama said to herself, as my whole adult self dissolved into a state of pure bliss. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Nope, no accident your diapee protected everything.

My goodness, what an update, after two months in the dark! Lucky for Daffy the adult diapers in Europe are way better than flimsy-ass Depend briefs (or worse, the Walgreens/CVS knockoffs). Though she might die of embarrassment before she ever gets a chance to test their limits. Can't help but wonder now if this is the final push, that Daffy is never going to see big-girl panties again after this trip. Two weeks in diapers, Mary will for sure insist that some sort of potty-training regimen will have to happen when they get home, one that will certainly prove Daff incapable (Mary is far too skilled at manipulation for Daff to succeed) of wearing anything but diapers going forward.

Thank you to everyone who reacted or even just read to the first parts of this story! I hope you get to enjoy this second chapter I just finished translating! Chapter 2: The harsh reality The following hours get blurred up in my head… Or perhaps those were the following days? I don’t know, time makes no sense in my head thanks to those repeated loss of consciousness and the constant fog that bogs down my brain. In those brief moments of consciousness, I’m often aware of activity taking place around me. A nurse, the same one who was there when I woke up, often manipulates my body, as if to coax it into moving after years of being stuck in a bed. She moves my arms and my legs. This nurse is always very calm, very measured as she talks. I recognize her from her very curly hair. As she manipulates me, I sometimes hear her say the word “push”, and I suppose she expects me to do that. However, my weakened body is entirely unable to do anything but pathetic uncontrolled flailings. It also seems that I can’t fully extend my limbs, even with the help of the nurse’s guiding hand. It’s almost as if my body was stuck in a partial fetal position. My control over my head, however, is getting slightly better. I’d still be unable to hold it on my own, but while I’m lying down I’m able to turn it around a little to look at different things. Next to my bed, there is now a machine that makes a regular beeping noise. I suppose this thing is monitoring my heart, which I suppose is understandable after the convulsing I’ve had. Thinking about those convulsions reminds me of my brother, and every time I do, the beeps on the machine start going faster. I really don’t want to think about that. I also see Dr. Brodeur again. I’m getting better at recognizing him and even remembering his name, because he repeats it every time we meet. He speaks a lot, but I understand very little. Like the nurse, he also manipulates my body. He rubs some parts of it and watches my reaction, sometimes taps it with a little hammer. I can understand that he’s asking me a lot of questions, but I can’t understand them and I’d be entirely unable to answer even if I did. He shows me sheets of paper with text and images on it, but I can’t read any of it. In fact, with my blurry vision, I’m not even able to see the characters properly. He also shows me cards that have symbols on them that I know to be numbers, since they are very big on the cards, but distressingly I am completely unable to recognize those numbers, or the relationship that they have with the other symbols. When he says their names as he shows them to me, I can almost recognize the name, but I then immediately forget it. The same goes when he shows me cards with words, or even just letters. I can’t do anything anymore. Those moments often cause me to panic, and I end up screaming and crying. In fact there’s been a large amount of screaming and crying since I’ve awoken here, and every time I’m greeted with soothing voices, cooing and cajoling. Sometimes it does help me to calm down, but often it doesn’t. I feel humiliated, infantilized by my situation. I vaguely remember more convulsing at times, usually in moments of intense frustration. I can hear the beeps going wild, my body tensing up and then it’s back to the darkness. In Dr. Brodeur’s testing, however, not all is lost. I’m able to recognize most daily use objects. When he says the word out loud while showing me an image of an object, I understand what he means. I can differentiate between a bed and a chair, or between a boat and a car. Of course, I have no way of letting him know that I can differentiate between those, and Dr. Brodeur must think I’m entirely dumb to his charades. I try to make him know that I’m aware of what he’s talking about by vocalizing and agitating my body. However, I don’t have much control over what movement I make or what sound I’m producing. With that said, I’m usually able to communicate my basic emotional state to my carers. And when I recognize things Dr. Brodeur is showing me, I can show him that I’m happy, and he usually reacts by being happy himself. I can recognize objects, animals, scenes of daily life, and so on. I obviously can’t understand or answer any of the questions that the doc is asking me about those things, however. I’m also able to recognize if someone is an adult, a child or a teenager (which will reminds me of my teenage brother and fill me with a tinge of panic every time). However, I’m incapable of thinking of a specific age for them, as if numbers had just vanished from my brain. All of this takes time. I can rarely ever stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time, so all of these tests take place over a long period of time, separated by long, dreamless naps. The energetic nurse who took care of my first clean up, a small short haired lady as well as a tall scary looking woman with a stern face both take turns at waking me and cleaning me up regularly. They clean up my slobber, check on sore spots on my back and change bandages in those areas. They also change my pee bag, which is always connected to the catheter between my legs. Every time they touch the tube, I feel a great discomfort that often elevates to a sharp pain, and I feel greatly disturbed to feel this thing moving inside of me. However, this unpleasant cycle is one way for me to be aware that some time is passing. After all, this bag must take some time to fill in, so it has to mean that time is indeed passing. I’m also very surprised that I haven’t felt hungry or thirsty since waking up. With my constant nausea, I’m not really surprised that I haven’t felt any need for food, but I don’t remember ever drinking anything since waking up in this hospital. With that said, I don’t feel especially dehydrated, and my very full pee bags show that I’m not indeed missing on water. I have to assume that most of my hydration and nutrition comes from my bag of solutes then, which the nurses will regularly change and inject stuff into, especially when those beeps on my machine are going crazy when I get agitated. Every time they do it, I feel much calmer, often to the point of falling asleep almost immediately. Throughout those cycles of wakefulness-unconsciousness, there was also my mom. She isn’t always there, but when she is, I immediately feel incredibly comforted and much safer. Once I woke up to see my mom sitting right next to my bed, petting my Teddy bear as if this was a way for her to feel closer to me even as I was unconscious. I have a thought for the number of times she must have sat right next to me just like that, wondering if her daughter was gonna wake up one day. Other times, she’s right above me, petting my hair and smiling at me with the sweetest of smiles. Almost every time she realizes I’m awake, she lovingly talks to me with gratitude in her voice. I see her cry a lot, too, though I’m not always sure if she’s crying tears of joy or sadness. It’s probably both. I try to communicate with her by moaning and vocalizing, which will often make her laugh or exclaim sweetly. I’d really like to understand what she says to me, but just hearing her voice is enough to make me feel much safer. Sometimes, we just look at each other, peering into each other’s eyes. Even my foggy vision can’t stop me from seeing just how many emotions are crossing those motherly eyes. Her presence also makes me feel a whole array of emotions, and when she leaves it often leaves me craving for more, and makes me feel like crying out for her presence, which I often do despite being unable to actually communicate it to my nurses. After a while, I become aware that my periods of consciousness are lasting longer and longer without drifting away back into the darkness. My consciousness remains foggy, but I’m aware I can do more things than before before falling back asleep. Eventually, my energetic nurses announces with her cheerful voice: “Good morning Miss Filion! Today is your lucky day! It’s been two days since you’ve had a seizure, so we think you’re ready try going without your catheter! That’s gonna feel really good, you’ll see!” Except for her usual “Good morning Miss Filion”, I don’t know what she’s talking about, but she does seem even more cheerful than usual about what she’s saying. Instead of cleaning me up as she usually does, she immediately lifts my blanket and hospital gown and goes between my legs. While she often does that when cleaning me up, it’s the first time she goes there first. This makes me feel insecure and I express it with a worried moan. “Don’t worry my dear, it’s going to sting a little, but you’re going to be so much more comfortable afterward!” I’m starting to panic not knowing what she’s doing, especially since at this angle, I can’t even see her because I can’t lift my head to look down at her. Suddenly, I feel a tugging and a sharp pain between my legs, something worse than I’ve ever felt while she was tending to my needs. I don’t understand what’s going on and I start crying. She keeps working between my legs for a few seconds, and then goes back near my face to console me. The pain is gone, but I still feel it afterglow ringing through my body like waves in a pond. I’m still crying in fear more than anything. “It’s over, it’s over! I’m so sorry Miss Filion I know this was painful but now you’re gonna be so much more comfortable! Now all we need to do is put you in an absorbent brief so you don’t wet the mattress!” Her tone is soothing and reassuring, which does put me slightly more at ease. However, it seems like she isn’t done with me yet. I start getting scared again. What if she hurts me again? She fetches something that looks like a thick white plastic bag which she unfolds and starts placing next to me. She keeps talking to me as she does so, but I can’t see what she’s doing nor do I understand what’s going on. She turns me to the side and I can feel the plastic right next to me. She then flips me back so that I’m sitting on top of it, and then she flips the plastic sheet thing around my crotch so that the whole area is enveloped by it. When I hear the sound of tapes, I finally understand what’s going on. She’s putting me in a diaper. At once, I understand what just happened. She just removed my catheter. I realize that the permanent discomfort that used to inhabit my crotch is now gone, and instead is the weird sensation of wearing a diaper. I find myself filled with contradictory emotions. On one hand, I feel humiliated that I’m wearing a diaper, an object that, until now, was only for babies and elderly people. At the same time, I’m extremely relieved that I’m not forced to endure that catheter anymore and, given my current state, I doubt I’d ever be able to make it to the bathroom, or even just ask to use it. In fact, I’m now realizing I’ve never been out of this bed since waking up. I feel tears of humiliation swell up in my eyes. I wish I was able to communicate to her that I don’t need this diaper, that she could just bring over a bedpan or something when I need to go, but I know trying to communicate anything this complex would be wasted effort. Furthermore, given the terrible degree of control I have over my body, I doubt I’d even be able to prevent my body from just pissing itself. I feel like a complete moron, unable to take care of even the most basic of body functions. The nurse, who’s seeing that I’m still tearing up, tries to soothe me before leaving in her usual peppy voice: “There’s another step behind! Now I’m going to come back to see if you’re able to urinate on your own, and if you do, we’ll be able to start feeding you orally! Isn’t that great?” She’s tapping on her stomach and then points at mine as she talks, and I wonder if this means she’s planning to bring me food. The mere thought of food makes me nauseous, but at the same time, I understand that this would be another step toward gaining some semblance of autonomy over my body functions. I try to moan in a way that signifies my agreement, and the nurse leaves the room, seemly happy with the way things are going.

Chapter 38: Burning “WOW, THAT ONE is actually pretty tasty,” I found myself saying as I finally felt my body warm up with something I considered moderately spicy! There was a feeling of that special tingle of the front of the tongue burning first that signaled life to me. A moment later, I appreciated it as the burn moved further toward the back of the palate and stayed a constant burn, reminding me that I was alive. On the downside, I felt incredibly bloated from eating what was probably like a pack of corn tortillas for tacos back home! Still, there was no need to tap out on the milk. The same couldn’t be said of Marla. Tears streamed down her face, and snot was flowing from her nose. Her face looked almost purple with how red it was, and for a moment, I worried she was having an allergic reaction. You could see an intense effort to hold everything in, but suddenly, she choked out a “Damnit, no!!!!!” But reached for the milk in the glass and chugged it. It clearly wasn’t enough from the look on her face, just a slight reduction, and it hit her again. Marla desperately eyed the baby bottle, which the announcer handed her, “It’s okay, baby, nurse your baba. It’ll help!” Everyone laughed at her, and she stood up angrily. “This was rigged; obviously, they didn’t eat the same thing!!!!!” Her eyes and nose ran, and her face scrunched up from the pain. She looked like an overgrown toddler having a tantrum to me! “Actually, he did eat the same things,” The MC said, “we had a conversation in advance with the officials if we shouldn’t play this up, but we decided to keep it fair. This Little had the exact same amount – we even weighed the chips with and without the sauce, for fairness’s sake. Really Con here had even more than you if you consider the size difference between the two of you.” “This is bullshit!” she screamed as she unscrewed the bottle top and chugged the milk inside. She threw the nipple from the bottle off to the side, and I watched it hit a boy who was laughing hysterically. Rather than being angry, he laughed harder and waved it at her, “Baby, you dropped something!” She angrily stormed off after getting her gift cards but, for some reason, refused her baby bottle. “You want it as a memento?” Mackenzie asked me. I shook my head, “No, thank you, Miss Mackenzie.” “Well, it’s getting late, little one; we should get you back to the nest now!” “Great job Connor,” Beth and Cassie took turns saying as they came by after I took my winnings. “Thanks!” I said. “I need to get this Little back to the nest; we’ll let him hang out with you all tomorrow,” Mackenzie said as she carried me away. “Can we grab a bottle of water or something?” I asked. “My mouth is so dry right now.” “Should have taken the baby bottle?” She joked as she tickled my side. “I think we can afford that. I made over a thousand dollars off of you tonight!” “Happy to help,” I said. “I get to keep my part of things, right?” “Yes, you get to keep those,” she laughed. “I think you more than earned them!” After stopping at a vending machine for a water bottle, I guzzled it while she carried me back to the nest. I’d needed to go to the bathroom back at the nest, so she pulled the diaper off and re-diapered me before she redressed me in a pair of pajamas. As much fun as I had that night, I worried that every single one of the guys in my nest was completely out for the count as I was placed in my pod. None of them stirred with lights coming on or noise being made. I sleepily wondered about that even as I relived the great evening in my mind. I WOKE UP suddenly, and it took a moment to figure out why. That confusion passed quickly, though, and I realized my bowels were clinching like they were being squeezed with a vice! I could feel the feeling of diarrhea imminent and moved to try and run to the bathroom, but I quickly remembered I was locked inside the pod!!!!! I looked out, saw the darkened room, and stared at the shut door to Mackenzie’s apartment. I clenched and tried to force myself to go back to sleep. ‘No!!! I don’t want to poop myself!!!’ I thought. A massive cramp passed through my bowels, forcing me to place my hands on my stomach in agony. I knew I didn’t have long before my body would push out the contents, no matter what! I looked at the emergency button on the pod and figured this was probably not one she would count as valid. ‘If I don’t try it though, and I do have an accident, then they’ll pen that on me too?’ I just decided to push the button right as my bowels could no longer hold! Liquid mush spewed into the diaper, making me wince from the disgusting feeling. A moment later, I realized it was even worse as it physically felt like it was burning my skin!!!!! ‘The peppers?’ I wondered. They weren’t that spicy to me going down, but they certainly caused my typical issues from back home. ‘Normally, I can get to a bathroom, though!’ A red light lit up on the button, but no sound went off. I could feel another cramp coming on, and I could tell the diaper was not containing the mess! I groaned as my stomach seemed just to pump mush into my diaper over and over again! The pain from the burning just seemed to intensify, even as my body continued evacuating my bowels! I stayed as still as I could when the cramps finally started to end several minutes later, but I could feel the liquid run out the bottoms of my legs and up my back!!! It was a horrible feeling from the first day, but times a million! I pressed the button again. I sat and watched her door. I pressed the button again and held it for a minute this time. Still no movement at the door. I could feel the muck seeping into the pajamas, sticking the fabric to my skin. I stared at the door and decided to press the button one more time. Finally, there was movement! Mackenzie looked bedraggled in pajamas, her hair tied in a sleep braid like my sisters wore most nights. She looked around to determine which of the Littles had rudely interrupted her sleep. Her eyes were on my pod, and I hoped I wouldn’t get in trouble for waking her up! I felt my nerves tingling, fearing that this wouldn’t be an emergency, but I didn’t care about the consequences! I just wanted out of the mess! I was terrified to move then and afraid the mush would leak out of the blanket sleeper next and soak the sheets. She pressed the button to lower the front of the pod and said, “Connor, why in the world are you wak…?!?” She sounded angry at first. A sniff of her nose and a glance with her eyes meant she had a pretty good guess. “I thought I told you not to wake me up because you used your diaper?” “It’s leaked everywhere,” I told her. “Please change me?” I thought for a moment she was going to close the pod back up and leave me there, but she used her huge hands to grab me under my arms and carried me at arm’s length over to the changing table. I let her push me down, and she put on a pair of gloves before starting to unzip the sleeper. She made it not even to my belly button, though, and zipped me back up! “Wait, please change me?” I begged. “Sweetie, don’t worry, I’m going to change you. But we’re going to do this where I have a tub. This may be the worst blowout I’ve ever seen!” She wrinkled her nose at that but grabbed a package of wipes and another diaper and carried me to the bathroom. I remembered her pointing out the bathtubs when we first arrived, but I hadn’t seen anyone use one yet. “Stay there just a second,” she told me when she placed me in an empty tub. I watched her leave the room and return with two plastic sacks and an extra pair of gloves. She pushed me on my back in the large tub and said, “Okay, let’s open up this mess…” I stayed absolutely still as she unzipped the zipper from my neck all the way to my left foot. I could feel the poop making the fabric stick to me like glue, and I truly wanted to cry from embarrassment right then! The burning was continuing, and I whimpered. “Wow, Sweetie, you did a number on that diaper!” “Please just get it off of me,” I choked back a sob, “It’s burning a lot more now than it did going down!” She looked slightly surprised but gently pulled my arms free of the fabric, then pulled it all down past my right leg after lifting my butt in the air. I could see her gloved hand was already covered in brown liquid then. “Just a moment, and we’ll get to the diaper….” She told me, “It’s a good thing these pajamas are waterproof, so hopefully, nothing made it into your cri… pod.” ‘She thinks they’re cribs too…?’ I thought. I watched her carefully fold the pajamas and put them in a clear trash bag before setting them aside. She reached down, pulled at the diaper tapes, lifted my legs, and awkwardly folded the useless garment. Her face rarely looked offended by any of the other guy’s diapers. Still, clearly, this one was special, even by her experiences. As she balled it up and placed it inside another sack, I sat up and saw that from above my belly button, down to my knees, was brown with runny poop. The capsaicin from the peppers seemed to have concentrated itself down into the poop, and every bit of skin in contact was red with where it burned my skin!!! I was getting over my embarrassment of being naked before her for diaper changes. Still, right then, I just wanted to blend into the background and run away! Mackenzie tied off the bag she’d placed the diaper in before switching her gloves to the new ones, “We’re going to use this sprayer to get most of it, and then I’ll give you a quick bath Con.” I nodded. The tall woman pressed the temperature numbers and tested a sprayer attached to the tub’s side before spraying me down. The brown goop inched down the drain and showed a disgusting brown trail. Thankfully, as she did so, the burning sensation passed as well, even though I could see the skin was severely irritated behind it, like a bad all-day sunburn. “Stand up; let’s finish rinsing you,” she told me. I did as she told me and stood there, spraying me from all directions until the water ran clear. “I just realized I didn’t bring any soap in here…” She said tiredly. “Here, let’s just go to my bathroom…” Without warning, she pulled a towel out and wrapped me in it. Suddenly putting me on her hip, she reached down and grabbed the soiled diaper and clothes bags and deposited them in chutes by the changing table. Carrying me inside her apartment, I saw a tub as large as the one at my grandparents’ house. I watched her pour some bubble bath and water into the tub, letting it get up to my belly button before dunking me in. “Sorry, no time to play today,” she told me as she poured shower gel on a sponge and washed me with florally scented soap. It felt good as she washed me, even as it was morbidly embarrassing. “Thank you,” I told her quietly. “Not done yet, apparently,” she said with a shake. “Huh?” I asked. “How in the world did it end up in your hair?!?” I blushed, “No idea! I’ve never had diarrhea like this!” “No one has,” she muttered, “I can’t believe that could be caused without a laxative.” “You don’t think they put one in my sauces, do you?” She looked at me, suddenly perplexed, “I doubt it…?” A shrug of her shoulders, “Let’s worry about it tomorrow; close your eyes,” she told me. I sat still while she sprayed my hair with a removable shower sprayer, then massaged shampoo and then conditioner into my hair. When she was done, she rinsed my hair out and pulled me out of the tub to dry me. “I really don’t want to send you to bed with wet hair,” she told me. I just sleepily shrugged, “What time is it anyway?” She looked at her wrist, “Two in the morning. I hope you don’t mind if I say we’re skipping your swim today?” I hated that but nodded, “Would you please wake me up earlier, though still? I have some more studying I’d like to do before class?” “I don’t know, it might do you good to sleep longer. We were already out after your bedtime today, Sweetie.” “Please?” I said, looking up at her. She sighed, “Okay, let’s take care of this hair, though.” Mackenzie looked about to just wrap me in the towel but thought better of it. “We should probably put you back in a diaper first!” Her words made me realize, though, that another eruption was possible! “Can I use the potty first?” She sighed but picked me up and sat my naked form on her toilet, carefully supporting me. My body wasted no time spewing some additional chunks and liquid into the bowel. “Done?” She asked. I nodded, “Do you have any medicine for diarrhea I can take?” “Sorry, Sweetie, nothing for your size. You need an infant’s dose, and I don’t think I can even get that in the store room here.” Mackenzie carried me back to the nest room, “I want to get you in a diaper with some rash cream, and then we’ll dry your hair. You need to get some sleep.” I sighed but sat gratefully as although the rash cream felt sticky and weird, the second she pressed it to my skin, I felt relief from what I decided was definitely still inflamed. She dressed me in another sleeper, carried me back to her apartment, and sat me on the bathroom counter. I sat still while she used her jet engine on my hair and brushed through it. When she was done, I was practically falling asleep as she re-braided it into a loose braid down to my shoulders and said, “Okay, now that you’ve woken us both up, let’s get you back to bed, and hopefully we can both make it through the morning. I also think we’re going to have to rethink any future challenges. That was pretty explosive!” She tickled me, waking me up just slightly as my frown raised a small amount. “This is going on my chart still, though, isn’t it?” I asked nervously. “It certainly should,” she told me. She looked thoughtfully at me and then lightly tickled my stomach without warning. “Given that I have some responsibility for it, I’ll leave it off if you’re clean and dry in the morning.” I smiled at that, “Thanks…” I wanted to ask her why she was being so nice to me, but the transparent wall of my ‘pod’ was raised before I could do so. We made eye contact for a moment, then she turned back to her apartment door and closed it behind her. I sniffed and was annoyed that you could still smell my mess somewhat. I groaned as I suddenly remembered I had the necklace underneath my pod on my desk that I could have used. With a sigh, I thought, ‘At least they have those waterproof pajamas; I had no idea they would contain anything!’ I sleepily thought as I closed my eyes and was out. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think by pressing that Like Button and leaving me a comment!

Landon has a special meeting to attend but it has nothing to do with work. --- 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 --- Olivia was in no rush at all to get out of the bath. She felt utterly humiliated by everything that had happened. She had resolved herself to proving she was every bit the adult that Landon and Dan were and yet she had wet her pants. Maybe she wasn’t really an adult, maybe she would truly be better off as a useless baby. She couldn’t deny that the idea held at least some appeal… The humiliation of everything that had happened was made much worse when Olivia heard Landon and Dan discussing the stain she had left on the carpet. There was some discussion over who should be the one to clean it up, the one thing they seemed to agree on was that Olivia shouldn’t do it. All she could do was sit in the hot water as she heard the carpet outside being scrubbed. The water in the tub had turned cold by the time Olivia climbed out. She had no idea how long she had been in the bath but she knew it had been a relatively long time. Even after all that time in the water she was in no rush, she let herself slowly dry as she sat on the toilet with her head in her hands. She felt so embarrassed. Once dry Olivia slowly opened the bathroom door just a tiny amount and stuck her head out to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing no one else on the landing she hurried across to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She saw no reason to go downstairs and face either of the others after the humiliation she had just suffered. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” Olivia kept repeating to herself as she climbed under the covers and hid from the world. For the rest of the day Olivia stayed in her room. She ignored calls for lunch and dinner. At some point she heard someone leave a plate of food for her outside the door which she was grateful for. When Dan came to bed that night Olivia simply pretended to already be asleep. She knew she couldn’t hide forever but she could certainly do it for as long as possible. --- Landon stepped off the bus and looked around at the busy street. She was feeling nervous, much more so than when she had slipped a little something into Olivia’s drink to help her relax the previous week. It was a nice day and Landon was dressed casually with a large sun hat and sunglasses, she thought she looked like a spy, it felt like it would be intimidating to others and she liked that. Today was not a work day. Over the last week Landon had spent half her nights staying with Dan but today she had plans with someone else. She started walking along the street passing a few dozen storefronts as she looked for the scheduled meeting place. The café was small but comfortable. It was mid-morning so the morning rush had past and the lunchtime rush was yet to arrive, there were a couple of elderly people at one table and a man in a luminous vest at another otherwise it was empty of customers. “Hi, erm, a latte please.” Landon said as she walked up to the counter, “And a ham and cheese sandwich, thanks.” “No problem.” The young man behind the counter said, “If you want to take a seat we can bring it over when ready.” “Wonderful.” Landon said with a smile before turning away. Landon decided to sit at a table that was next to the large window which faced the busy street. She felt nervous which was an unusual thing for her, she didn’t like it. Landon looked out the window at the people passing by and wondered when she would see her friend, she wondered if she would even recognise her since they had technically never met before. Sure she had a description and had seen photos but meeting someone in the flesh was always different. When Landon finally saw Little _Princess she immediately felt butterflies in her tummy. There was no possibility of mistake, it was definitely her. She looked utterly adorable. She was short, perhaps a little shorter than Olivia even, and was wearing a cute denim sundress with a light red shirt underneath. It was unmistakably the outfit of a little. “Landon?” Little_Princess had turned to face Landon and her eyes immediately grew wide. She practically skipped over and couldn’t stop smiling. “Princess, it’s great to finally see you.” Landon said as she stood up. “Please, call me, Robyn.” The excitable young woman said. It was only as Robyn hugged her that Landon realised she hadn’t known her real name before now. Landon opened her arms and Robyn came in for a quick hug. When she let go and stepped back her cheeks were a little pink. Landon watched Robyn sit down and slip her bag off her back, she was beautiful in a way that the photos had entirely failed to depict. Landon got the impression of a very bubbly person with a personality that was so large it was barely contained by the woman’s small frame. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you in person!” Robyn said with raised eyebrows. “Me neither.” Landon replied. Landon couldn’t help but wonder if Robyn was wearing a diaper. She had requested it but whether Robyn had complied was another matter, she was certainly dressed little but in a way that wouldn’t arouse suspicion. To Landon it seemed obvious that the girl in front of her was a baby in the same way it was obvious Olivia was, others might write Robyn off as “quirky” but Landon knew the truth! “Your drink, ma’am.” The man from behind the counter said as he brought over a small tray with Landon’s coffee and food. He turned to Robyn, “Can I get you anything?” “Erm, just a cola please.” Robyn replied. Landon smirked. She knew from their conversations that cola made Robyn pee a lot. That settled the question of whether she was wearing a diaper or not. There was a touch of awkwardness in the air, it wasn’t in Landon’s nature to be shy and yet she wasn’t sure what to say so she settled for sipping her drink. “So did you drive here?” Robyn asked. “No, I took the bus.” Landon replied, “You?” “Oh, I walked.” Robyn smiled, “I live nearby.” Robyn’s drink was brought over shortly afterwards. After a difficult start Landon and Robyn soon fell into easy conversation. Landon had immediately thought Robyn was cute but now she found out her friend was also smart, funny and great to talk to. About halfway through their meeting she started to realise that she was quite smitten by the young woman. Landon hadn’t expected herself to have feelings for Robyn. She knew they could be great friends but she was thinking it could be something much more than that now. This complicated things quite a bit. It was far from insurmountable though and Landon was intrigued as to where things might go from here. The mid-morning meeting was very friendly but not much more until shortly after Robyn had finished her cola. That’s when things got very interesting for Landon. “So, yeah, I was just… looking at…” Robyn had been talking about looking for work when she stuttered to a stop. Landon had been looking at her half-eaten sandwich but when she looked back up she could see Robyn staring down at the table quietly. Her face was going even redder than when she had first seen Landon. “Are you…” Landon asked quietly. Robyn looked up with a thin-lipped smile that said she knew she was doing something naughty and that she didn’t care. Landon felt taken aback. She remembered Robyn mentioning online that she didn’t often use her diapers in public because she got nervous that people would notice, the fact she was doing so right then seemed to be a huge compliment to Landon. Landon watched Robyn until she seemingly finished. Robyn had already been very bubbly but now she was giggling away to herself. Landon bit her bottom lip and then leaned forwards across the table like she was about to share a conspiracy. “You said you lived nearby, right?” Landon asked in a whisper. “Yeah…” Robyn replied. She looked and sounded more like a little girl than ever. “Maybe you should show me that nursery you’ve been bragging about.” Landon suggested with raised eyebrows. “R-Really?” Robyn’s eyes were wide, “Sure!” Landon leaned back and smiled. She hadn’t expected to feel a connection like this and from the looks of things neither had Robyn. That wasn’t to say she had suddenly given up her designs on Dan and Olivia, this just simply complicated matters a little bit. As far as Landon was concerned there was a lot of her to go around! Landon smiled as she got up out of the chair and took out her purse. She walked up to the counter and paid, when she looked over her shoulder she saw Robyn looking excited and practically bouncing on her seat. “Let’s go.” Landon said as she returned back to the table. Robyn nodded and stood up. She practically ran out of the café with Robyn following behind her with a big smile. As they walked down the road Robyn talked excitedly about the area and as they left the commercial area and walked down some quieter residential areas Robyn pointed to a building in the distance. “I live there. Third floor, I hope the elevator is working!” Robyn said as she carried on down the street. Landon couldn’t get over Robyn’s personality. She was like a mixture of the wide-eyed innocence of a child but she was also clearly adult with her charisma, charm and personality. She seemed perfect to Landon who followed her to the bottom of the tall building. The lobby area looked clean if unspectacular and it was to one of the two elevators at the back that Robyn walked and pressed the button. “I hope you like it.” Robyn said, “If I had known you were coming over I would’ve cleaned up some more. Is your place clean? I mean, of course it is, but I mean…” The elevator dinged as Robyn continued talking excitedly. Landon was quickly discovering that, when excited, Robyn could hold a whole conversation by herself. The doors slid open and the pair of them stepped inside. “Do elevators freak you out? They used to freak me out. When I was a kid the door of one started closing on my mom and it scared me for-…” Robyn suddenly gasped and stopped talking. Landon was stood behind Robyn in the elevator. Without a word she had stepped close to her and put a hand up under her dress. Her hand rested against the warm wet padding Robyn was wearing, it was hard to tell if she had wet it a second time but she was clearly very soggy. “I think you need a change.” Landon said quietly into Robyn’s ear as she removed her hand. “Uh huh.” Robyn replied. So that was how to stop Robyn’s monologues. After moving her hand and lowering Robyn’s dress the Little remained quiet until the elevator dinged again and the doors opened. Robyn led the way down the hallway to one of many identical doors and fumbled with her key, it fell to the floor as she tried to put it into the lock. As she bent over to pick it up Landon got a good look at her diaper underneath the dress. The door swung open and the apartment inside seemed fairly unspectacular. The furniture throughout was fine but clearly cheap and bought from a chain store. It was all quite unspectacular until Robyn led the way to a closed door at the end of the hallway. Robyn hesitated, her cheeks were very red now. Landon decided it was the perfect time to take control of the situation. She patted Robyn on the head a couple of times and then grasped the handle of the door, she turned it and the door swung open. The nursery was a little bare and clearly homemade but at the same time it was very cosy. The walls were the same colour as every other room, a pale cream. Landon looked towards the bed. It seemed to be a regular bed with very rough wooden bars put up all around it. The changing table seemed to be an old painters folding table that had been strengthened. Shelves had been put up underneath, the slight unevenness to them betraying the amateur craftsmanship. On the floor and on shelves around the room were lots of toys and colourful activities. It was a nursery on a budget but that somehow made it feel even more special. “W-What do you think?” Robyn asked nervously as she played with her hands. “I think it is wonderful.” Landon said as she walked over to Robyn. Landon put her arms out and slowly embraced Robyn. She pulled her close and hugged her, the smaller woman practically melted into the hug, Landon could feel her relaxing by the second. After a few seconds Landon let Robyn go and could see that she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “I… I know it’s not as good as some of the ones in pictures online.” Robyn said defensively. “I think it’s better than those ones.” Landon replied honestly, “I can see all the care and time you put into it. It feels so much more real than those other ones.” Robyn was beaming with pride. After a couple of seconds of silence she looked down at the ground. She bashfully kicked at the floor and twisted her hips a little, the soft crinkles were like music to Landon’s ears. “L-Landon… would it be alright if I… if I called you Mommy?” Robyn asked. “That depends.” Landon said as she reached down and placed a hand over the front of Robyn’s diaper, “Are you going to let me change your diaper?” For a second Landon thought Robyn was going to collapse. She watched as the Little’s eyes bulged out and she took half a step back. She bit her bottom lip and blushed even harder. Landon noted that Robyn didn’t step back away from her touch completely. After a second she stepped forwards again. Their eyes met and Robyn nodded in an almost imperceptible way. “Right then, let’s get going.” Landon instantly switched into her Mommy mode. Landon wouldn’t let Robyn help her as she undressed her slowly and carefully. The dress had a zip on the side that loosened it and then it was pulled over her head. Robyn’s skin was blemish free and without the dress the only things that covered her were the obviously wet diaper and the small bra. It didn’t seem Robyn was particularly well endowed in the chest area. “My, my, my…” Landon said as she reached down and felt the diaper again, “You are a wet little girl aren’t you.” Robyn didn’t reply. She let out a little whine as Landon prodded her diaper. Landon slipped a finger past the leg band and could feel the warm confines within. She wanted the diaper check to last as long as possible so even though she knew Robyn wasn’t stinky she still walked around and pulled back the rear of the waistband. “Do you want Mommy to change you?” Landon asked Robyn. “Yes…” Robyn’s voice was little more than a whisper. “That’s not how little girls ask for diaper changes is it.” Landon said. “M-Mommy…” Robyn had gone so red in the face it looked like she might burst, “Could you change my diaper please?” The words tumbled out of Robyn’s mouth very quickly and they all linked together. Landon chuckled as she stood up straight again. She took the Little’s hand and took her over to the changing table. Robyn climbed up on to the table with a helping hand on her butt from Landon. Landon went and stood at the foot of the table. She pulled out the baby wipes and powder that Robyn had on the shelves underneath the padded table. She placed them on the edge of the surface and then reached forwards to Robyn’s diaper. Despite her dominant personality and reputation for being a “Mommy” this would be the first diaper she had ever changed. Despite her inexperience Landon had to try to appear as confident as possible. Nobody wanted a Mommy who didn’t know what she was doing after all. She reached forwards and started pulling the tapes off the diaper, the way the padding felt, the sound, the look… it was all so exciting! Landon lowered the front of the diaper. The padding inside had swollen up considerably and Robyn’s skin glistened. Landon looked up to Robyn and saw that the blushing girl was studiously avoiding meeting her eyes. Pulling out a couple of cold baby wipes Landon reached forwards and pressed them against the delicate folds of Robyn’s most sensitive areas. She wasn’t sure she was doing it right but when she heard Robyn let out a small moan she knew she must be doing something right. She was just about to put the wipes down when Robyn’s hands shot down and held Landon’s fingers right where they were. “Ooh, a naughty baby…” Landon said playfully. She couldn’t ignore how excited she was. Robyn nodded her head enthusiastically which made Landon laugh. She looked down at her hand exploring the prostrate woman. Robyn’s knees flopped open and she was going even redder in the face. “Well, we can’t have a frustrated baby can we.” Landon said as she bit her bottom lip and started to lean forwards. --- If you enjoyed this part you can check out what happens next RIGHT NOW at: https://www.patreon.com/posts/livys-new-family-86374871

Well, here goes. I've been a lurker on this site for quite some time, and whilst I've enjoyed reading a great many of the stories people have posted here, I've struggled to pick up a metaphorical pen and write something myself. Whilst I never struggle for ideas, motivating myself to sit down and actually flesh them out into actual stories has always been a problem for me. Now though, I've got something written and edited to where I'm comfortable sharing it. This isn't the first bit of ABDL fiction I've ever written, but it is the first I've published here. So, without letting this awkward ramble go on any longer, here's chapter 1 of Breaking Ground. A fanfic set in the same world as @Little Sherri's Shifting Sands. Written with very kind permission from the author. Any and all feedback, criticism, advice and even suggestions would be greatly welcomed. Breaking Ground Chapter 1 - Stranger in a Strange Land “George? Earth to George, we’re here buddy.” The boy in question pulled his face up from where it had been buried in the backlit screen of his Nintendo 3DS. He’d been too busy losing himself in the game to hear the voice of his godmother. Or even realise that the car had stopped moving. Hastily, he slid the plastic stylus he’d been using to dictate battle commands back into the slot on the back of the console and closed the screen, the colourful, pixelated Pokémon adventure cutting to instant black. “Sorry.” He spoke quietly as he sheepishly slid the metallic blue rectangle into the pocket of his jeans and met her expectant gaze in the driver's mirror. Blue eyes looked at him as he fumbled to undo the seatbelt and shuffle over towards the door of the absurdly large SUV to pull on the handle and let himself out, only to find it wouldn’t budge. It took him another try to realise that just shoving wasn’t going to accomplish anything as he looked around for what was keeping him locked in, as his godmother let herself out without issue and moved over to the back passenger side of the car. With a click, the mystery was answered, as the little lock thingy on the door popped up, and George felt a little embarrassed that he’d not realised the child lock was engaged. Did she really need to use that? He wasn’t some toddler. There was a soft clunk as the door pulled open and George was free to leave, swinging his legs around and half jumping out of the car onto the pavement next to the spot they’d parked in. Or sidewalk, as everyone else here would call it. “Let's go.” His guardian smiled reassuringly at him in the way adults do when they’re trying to get you to think something won’t be a big deal, but never really make you feel any better. She’d slipped a pair of sunglasses on, and George was starting to wish he’d said yes when she’d offered to bring him a pair when they’d left the house. Alice – it was always Alice, she insisted he not call her Mrs Warding – had dressed for the hot summer weather in a pair of bright blue jeans and a light grey tank top. George was dressed in jeans as well, along with a plain green shirt that fitted snugly enough under the jeans that he didn’t need to bother with a belt. Both items of clothing were brand new. He’d ripped the tags off them himself just this morning. He’d been rather surprised to discover them, and an entire wardrobe’s worth of new clothes waiting for him when he’d arrived at Alice’s home two days ago. Between the new clothes, the fancy car, the massive house and idyllic suburb it resided in, one thing had become clear to George in his short time spent in her care – his godmother was absolutely loaded. It wasn’t a total surprise to discover that. He’d never had much of an interest or knowledge of his mother's circle of friends, least of all one whom he’d never really met before and who lived on the other side of the world. But he’d picked up enough to know that she was some successful businessperson of some sort. Now, it was his mother who was now on the other side of the world and felt so distant from him, even after just a few days. He raised up a hand to shield the worst of the sun's gaze as he followed along besides Alice. He stuck close beside her, in a manner perhaps not quite befitting an eleven-year-old boy as they passed by a few buildings towards their destination. George knew that he should probably be more excited to be here, but recent events had dampened his attitude somewhat. When his mum had first floated the idea of him spending the summer holidays in America with his godmother, he had jumped at the idea. Sure, he didn’t really know Alice, but she was someone that his mother trusted. And any further concerns were overshadowed by the amazing prospect of escaping to a whole other country for seven weeks. For George, the chance to swap another dull and dreary summer in Northern England, for somewhere as cool as the States was a no-brainer. Any of his peers or friends would have jumped at the chance to go. What George hadn’t counted on was that Washington State was a ten-hour flight from London, which had meant an additional domestic flight to deal with to get down south. Multiple flights, stopovers, and half the day spent listening to the drone of engines had combined with acute jetlag to make George very tired and somewhat grouchy by the time it was all over. Alice had taken it in stride, but George could tell at the time that even she was strained by the days travel, and he’d been glad to simply be driven to his new home for the summer and stumble into bed, not even bothering to change clothes before falling asleep in the middle of the Cascadian day. What he’d woken up to in the middle of the night, and the night again after that, was the reason they were out shopping now. “Um, Alice.... Alice.” He repeated himself to grab her attention as they got towards the automatic doors to the convenience store. “Everything ok George?” “I just, uh. Well, do we have to?” He asked, smiling and pleading for his sentence to be reconsidered. “I’m really sorry. I swear it's never happened before, like ever. It was probably just all the jetlag, and all the coke I had with dinner, right? I don’t really need to bother with all of this...” He trailed off and started blushing, afraid of speaking any louder with strangers around or getting into specifics. Alice smiled and leaned down slightly to give his shoulder a squeeze. “Hey, it's not a big deal buddy, I promise. And you definitely don’t need to be sorry about it. These things happen, alright?” “But- “Buts are for ashtrays, as my grandmother used to say. You’re not in trouble for anything George, is that what’s bothering you?” She asked, concern in her voice. George knew this wasn’t him being in trouble and getting punished for it. But that wasn’t the point. He didn’t need this. They didn’t need to be here. “No...” He mumbled. He wished he could go back to the Pokémon gym battle that had taken his mind off things for the drive over here. “I know you think this is embarrassing. That’s ok. But you really don’t need to be. You’re far from the only boy in the world dealing with it. Now come on, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish, and we can go get a burger for lunch afterwards. Sound good?” She tried to tempt him. George managed a small smile at the offer. That did sound good. They practically never ate out at home. Mostly because his mom always fussed over his diet being high enough in fat and sodium already. Alice didn’t give him the chance to hesitate further, as she walked through into the store, and George followed, quickly stepping out of the way of a large man pushing a full shopping cart coming the other way. Having narrowly avoided getting his toes crushed, he realised that this probably wasn’t the best place to try and restart an argument about the necessity of this trip. His well-worn white and grey trainers squeaked slightly on the dull red-and-black-chequered tiling on the floor as he caught up to Alice, who had already acquired a red plastic basket from a nearby stack and slung it over her arm. He didn’t say anything further as he walked beside her down the main artery of the store. It was a local convenience place, not one of the big American chains. Or at least not one George had ever heard of. Still, it was a store, and since this trip was meant to be for him, he didn’t pull his game out of his pocket but instead settled for letting his eyes wander over the rows of shelves and occasionally the people who roamed them. Window shopping was perhaps one of the dullest forms of entertainment a boy like Geroge could imagine, but his circumstances at least made this occasion interesting. The many unfamiliar brands and names, stuff he’d only ever heard of like Twinkies, or stuff they never really got a lot of back home, like pop tarts. And stuff he was plenty familiar with, especially as they passed the crisp aisle and a half dozen familiar brands could be seen. At one point they passed what seemed to be an entire row dedicated to peanut butter, and George couldn’t help but wonder who could possibly need so many flavours and versions of the stuff. The food section came to an end as they entered an aisle offering fishing gear, tools, batteries, and other such supplies. It reminded him of the one rather miserable camping experience he’d had in his life – A rain and mud filled weekend spent in a freezing forest with a few other unfortunate members of the local Boy's Brigade chapter. It had been advertised as an adventure, but George mostly remembered the unending rain that soaked them to the skin and the portable stove that never seemed to stay on. Now he was with Alice, he wondered if a camping trip was something she might have planned for them. He knew there were a lot of woods and wilderness around this part of the country. It took so long to get to where they were going that it felt like it was almost deliberate. Rapidly running out of store, he felt almost like a prisoner being led to the gallows as they moved down the main aisle, with Alice as his cheery jailer. It seemed it was now or never to ask for a stay of execution. “I don’t need this.” He said quietly, a slight bitterness to his tone. Alice didn’t seem to hear. “Alice, we don’t need to -” “George, we’re right here, come on.” She reached out her hand that wasn’t cradling the basket and took his unexpectedly, her warm palm pressing into his as she pulled him down a side aisle. He felt her give him a gentle squeeze of reassurance that only served to make him feel even smaller, as he looked up and saw the wooden sign attached to the top of the shelving unit. Medicine & Hygiene Such an innocuous term still left blushes of crimson forming in his cheeks as he consciously took a breath and looked around him. He could see stacks of shampoo and bars of soap, toothpaste and toothbrushes in plastic wrappers. Various packs of pills and painkillers. Something called Tylenol, which it took him a second to remember was what they called Paracetamol over here. Cotton swabs, a few bottles of face lotion. It seemed they had a bit of everything here, and George felt his sense of dread grow as he waited to catch sight of what they had come for, and what he deduced had to be here somewhere. “Oh, here we go!” Alice sounded far too chipper for George's liking, and he looked over to see what she was looking at. Portraits of smiling toddlers and younger kids looked back at him through shiny plastic or cardboard packaging,flanked by white numbers and colourful images and patterns. “Let's see here then, what do they have?” Alice browsed for a few seconds as George developed a sudden fascination with the ingredients list on a bottle of shampoo. “They might be a bit snug, but I think these will probably fit you.” George blinked slowly, and felt his heart start to sink as he saw the pink plastic package Alice was holding out to present to him. His eyes shifted from looking at the packaging to Alice, then back again as he tried to figure out if she was joking. “These are for girls!” He blurted out. Alice tried to hand the package of Girls’ Goodnights to him, but he adamantly refused to take hold of it, letting go of her hand. He felt the heat of anger building within him. This wasn’t fair, it was total crap! He didn’t need any of this! He wasn’t a bedwetter, never had been, his entire life! It was just jet lag, or being somewhere new, or his parents' troubles, or some other bullshit. I. Don’t. Need. It. He took a shaky breath. This wasn’t fair. This was meant to be an amazing summer. A seven-week long holiday of trying cool new stuff in a cool new place. Meeting the godmother that he’d never met before, maybe make some new friends and explore a whole new world that all seemed so interesting. Instead, he’d screwed it all up on the very first night. He still felt humiliated by that episode, and thinking more intently about it was poking at a very raw psychological wound. “Sorry buddy, they don’t have a lot here that would fit you.” Alice told him. “It won’t make a difference whether it's for boys or girls, the protection is all the same.” Protection. George winced as she spoke the word. He didn’t need protection! He didn’t wet the bed! He didn’t! “I’m not wearing that.” He declared, his attempt to sound assertive betrayed by the slight shake in his voice. Alice blinked slowly and George could detect a barely audible sigh from his godmother as she leaned down to get at eye level with him. “George, look at me.” Her voice was soft, but compelling in its demands. He met her look. “I’m on your side here George. I’m trying to help solve a problem with a solution. If you had a headache, and I asked you to take a painkiller for it, would you be so reluctant to take it? Would you rather be going around with something you can fix because you’re scared to take a pill?” “I’m not scared.” He huffed. “Then what’s the issue, big guy?” He looked down at the package she was holding and hoped he wouldn’t be made to spell out the obvious. Alice continued to look at him like she was waiting on him, and with a renewed feeling of dread George realised he was going to have to say it. “They’re nappies! Girls' nappies! I'm not a baby!” He tried to sum it up in as few words as possible. Like every syllable made it more real. “George, I never said you were a baby. And acting like one in the supermarket isn’t helping anyone now, is it?” She spoke like she was talking to someone half his age. “Listen to me George. I’m trying to help you here, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me. I made a promise to your mother that I would look after you this summer, and make sure you had an amazing holiday. Now I can’t keep that promise without your help, understand?” The defiance seemed to deflate out of George as he listened to his godmother, replaced with a pang of guilt at the mention of his mother. He wasn’t privy to everything going on at home, but he wasn’t stupid either. He knew things were worse than usual right now, and part of him was suspicious that it might have something to do with why she’d so readily accepted the idea of him spending the summer in Washington. He felt obliged to nod slightly at Alice's question before she continued. “You’re meant to be having fun this summer George. And how much fun can you be having if you’re waking up to wet sheets every morning, hm? If I’m changing those sheets every morning, that’s less time for me to take you places and more time spent doing work we could avoid, isn’t it?” He felt another pang of guilt. Alice might have said she didn’t blame him for the extra laundry, but it didn’t change the fact that it was extra laundry. She was doing a lot for him, he supposed. There was no way he’d even be here if Alice wasn’t the one paying for everything. “But these are girls ones...” He protested the secondary point weakly, as he looked over at the mostly bare shelf Alice had picked the Goodnites up from. It was slim pickings. Apart from four other packs of Goodnites – all girls ones – there were a dozen or so packs of proper baby nappies in various sizes, and a solitary pack of pull-ups training pants. The cartoon smile of Dora the Explorer seemed to mock him from the soft plastic packaging. “Well, this is all they have.” Alice stated the obvious, as George moved over and began to look through the rest of the packages more closely. Spending any time at all rooting through the nappy aisle was beyond humiliating, and he couldn’t help making repeated paranoid glances down either end of the shelves in case someone was coming their way. His hopes reduced to the idea of finding some form of protection that wouldn’t completely make him die of embarrassment. Just one stupid pack of boys Goodnites. Just one. That he might at least be able to tolerate, and it would satisfy Alice’s requirements. There was nothing of the sort. The absolute best he could find was a pack of Easy-Ups training pants themed after Thomas the Tank Engine. The anthropomorphic train wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see again after he turned five. Least of all like this. At least it wasn’t Dora. Alice must have seen him looking at the package, because she reached forward and picked that one up as well. A look crossed her face as she seemed to look over the alternative with a critical eye that quickly glanced back at George before returning to the examination. “Hm. I suppose they might work as well. They’ll probably be a bit on the snug side, but if you really don’t want to wear the Goodnites, I suppose we can give them a go.” Now George found himself looking between the Easy-Ups and the Goodnites. His godmother’s concession didn’t feel like one. It left him picking between two humiliating options and he couldn’t decide which one was worse right now. Girly Butterflies or babyish trains. He’d have to pick his poison that night it seemed. Without another word, she picked both packages up and dropped them into the basket, mercifully out of open view. They were still stuck in that part of the store however, and George found himself going right back to glancing around for other shoppers as Alice took her sweet time leisurely looking over one of the shampoo bottles. “Is that all?” George didn’t want to sound rude, but his anxiety was still waxing, his fingernails digging into his palm as he tried to prod his guardian. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than they needed to. “I was hoping we could pick up some snacks while we’re here. I saw you staring earlier, you know.” She smiled at him then motioned for him to take her hand again, which he did reluctantly. Did she think he was going to get lost here or something? As they passed back the way that had come, George caught sight of one of those cardboard signs that hung down from a shelf. It had been right on the dividing line between the nappies section and the other toiletries. The distinctive green banner of the Pampers branding looked back at him, framing a picture of a pair of the training pants hanging around the ankles of a set of disembodied lower legs that hovered slightly off the ground, clearly meant to imply the owner of the legs was sitting on the toilet that was framed behind them. Going from left to right, the picture of the training pants changed halfway through to become a pair of plain blue Y fronts with thick white rims around the waist and leg hole. The slogan, split on either side of the picture, read: “They think it's underwear. You know it's Pampers.” Ironically, the branding on the training pants in the advertisement were for something called “PJ Masks.” Which to George seemed to be a little kids superhero show, but still looked leagues less babyish than the Thomas themed ones he was now stuck with. They think it's underwear. You know it's Pampers. George felt his face burning as he read the line, and quickly forced himself to look elsewhere. It didn’t mean anything; it was just a dumb line from an advert.

When I get sore or have chafing, I use Sween Cream. https://www.coloplast.us/sween-cream-en-us.aspx Hard to find and best to order on llne but I take a hot washcloth and pat the area in question to clean it without using wipes or any harsh cloths to rub it clean. I pat it dry and then use the Sween Cream. You would be amazed at how quickly it soothes the area and you can pretty much get right back to doing normal things one the cream is applied. I have been touting Sween Cream for well over 30+ years and I still haven't found anything better or that soothes the area. It's medicated and made for bedridden people and their sores including from incontinence. Their website description makes it sound like a moisturizer but it's medicated and will heal raw skin from chafing. It soothes and also heals the problem, but I'd probably use a zinc oxyide diaper rash cream like Desitin if I had diaper rash..

No. I don't use my mobile device for surfing the net. It's harder for me to navigate and, by what you indicate, perhaps it won't show everything that a desktop or laptop shows.

I've got movies I bought years (decades?) ago and still haven't watched yet.

Hmmm, that’s strange! 😵‍💫

I’m just like you, except she knows I use them. She may think wetting them and worse is just to make the experience authentic. That isn’t wrong, but overlooks that wearing is sexuoerotic. She used to suck my pacifier during intercourse if I asked, but doesn’t anymore. However, will still wear a nursing bra for sex if I ask, which is recent. Honestly, her level of participation is perfect. Years and years ago, the hope was to get her in diapers, too, which did happen a handful of times, including one night that she wore a diaper all night, but didn’t use it, and one time she tried wetting, a cloth diaper, pins and plastic pants. I’m perfectly happy with her just knowing what I do, really loving her, not wanting to pressure her, and being still very turned on by a woman just knowing what I do.

Dang .... image is broken! Good thing I saved it.

There's a lot of meat on the bones here. Marge has always been the odd nurse out in this story, and now we know why. You set this up very well. And a PhD with Ian's skill set is only making 17 G's a year? You better believe that he's going to have corporate headhunters crawling all over him. I saw this in real life. But the one I'm really waiting for is to learn why Sofia is so insistent that Ian rarely if ever have sex, and do so only in his crib. What is it that she knows that Sarah is missing so completely? All in all, another great chapter.

Debbie should be careful. First, I don't know exactly what the Dr told her in the story, but the Dr basically called her a bad mother on how she raised her daughter and step son and the way the Dr talks to her is borderline between how you'd talk to an young adult and a child. I wonder what happened to the Doctor's other lab assistants? Debbie should definitely tread carefully. I can see Debbie at least getting a good bare bottom spanking and possibly corner time for how she raised her kids. Layla should be really careful. She's basically being given a chance with pull ups to prove herself mature. What I can't wait for is when the Dr checks Beckies big girl panties and sees how wet they are. I'm sure Layla will immediately tell everyone what she caught Beckie doing and I'm sure the Dr will ask how close she got to making stickies in her big girl panties or Layla will just say she looked like she was very close to it. Either way in the next 24 hours Beckie will be humping her new stuffy in a messy diaper. In the end kay-kay will be deemed more mature then the teens. Maybe just slightly lol. Charlotte, I can't wait to see her get her diaper changed. Maybe she gets awfulling "excited" during the change or Debbie or the Dr comments on how she made a sticky in her dirty diaper either at the store or in the car on the way there lol. Or not bring it up at all lol. God I can't wait to read the next chapter already lol

I am roused again. Another nurse. Not the same as previously. I don’t know how long I was asleep. This once speaks to me with energy. “Hi Miss Filion! I’m here to take care of you before your family visits!” It almost seems like I can understand her a bit better. I can definitely hear that she’s saying “Hi Miss Filion”, and I think she’s saying something about a visit? All the while chit chatting vigorously, she starts cleaning me up. I feel terribly embarrassed about the moist towel being rubbed on my body. It’s obvious she’s done this many times. I suddenly feel cold, and start moaning to protest it. The nurse reacts to my moaning by chit chatting even more energetically. She first started with my face, cleaning up the slobber on the side of my mouth that seemingly just lives there permanently now. She then goes to work on my skeletal arms, which she rubs gently with the towel. To my great embarrassment, she then lifts the blanket and my hospital gown, and starts working on the rest of my body, including my crotch by delicately cleaning around the catheter that is coming out of my urethra. Throughout this entire clean up, she says the name of each body part. I can understand many of those words. Arms, chest, belly, legs. I try to make noises to make her know that I’m understanding, but for now all I’m able to produce are unintelligible moanings and noises. Still, it almost feels like I’m getting back some control over my body. For the first time, I notice that on the drawer next to my bed there’s a Teddy bear. An old Teddy bear so used up it’s become bald in some spots from having been transported and hugged so much. My Teddy bear, the one I’ve had my whole childhood. Someone has visited. I’m not alone. The nurse turns over to the pole that stands next to my bed. For the first time, I notice the bag that she’s unhooking from the pole which clearly seems to be filled with urine. My urine. She replaces it with an empty one. She also replaces the bag of solutes. All those interactions and seeing all those things is suddenly starting to make me feel dizzy, overwhelmed and nauseous. My head starts to hurt. I close my eyes and once again the darkness overtakes me. A sweet and familiar voice wakes me up: “Lea? Lea!” That’s my name! I recognize it! And this voice… That’s my mom! My eyes open and I recognize the smiling face of my mom through the fog of my vision. For the first time since my initial awakening, I feel a wave of relief. My face lights up and I start moaning, the only sound I can make to show how happy I feel. My mom bends herself towards me and delicately hugs me, as if she were scared of breaking my frail, tiny body. “Lea, my precious baby girl, I can’t believe you’re finally awake!” When she’s done hugging me, I see tears in her eyes. She is sad. I can see my dad, standing aside awkwardly. Despite my vision still being foggy, I can see the tears shining on his cheeks. He gets closer to me, solemnly. “Oh my God, Lea. My God.” He also lowers himself to my level and kisses my cheek before hugging me delicately. While hugging me, he lets out a sob that sounds incredibly loud to my ears. As he slowly moves away from me, I can see an indistinguishable figure, standing even more to the side. He’s got the long dangly arms of a teenager. His long shoulder length hair vaguely reminds me of someone, but the face is still too blurry for me to recognize who this is. The figure slowly gets closer to me, and when he speaks to me, I feel like someone removed all of the air from the room. “Hi Lea… huh… it’s been a while…” I don’t immediately recognize the voice, but something about it sounds horribly familiar. And this face its… it’s Mathieu? That’s my… brother? But it can’t be him! My brother is small, he’s… how old? He was a child! This teenager is no child! That’s not possible! I think again about the empty shelves next to my bed when I woke, about my freakishly skinny arms. No! I can’t accept that! That’s impossible! There’s no way I’ve been in a coma for so long. I feel a howl of terror burgeoning deep within me. As if my frail body was literally going to explode from the emotion. I’m barely aware that I’m actually screaming, tearing up and pushing my frail lungs to their absolute limit. I feel the tears pricking my eyes, the burning pain in my throat. I see the terrified face of my brother. A face that is way too mature. This is wrong. As I keep screaming, my body starts convulsing. My eyes roll back in their sockets and I feel myself falling back into unconsciousness, with the blurry image of my brother’s face seared into my mind. His utterly terrified face, who cannot understand why I am screaming.

Part Sixteen It took at least ten minutes to finish the second full bottle, probably. Kate still had my phone, and I hadn’t thought to glance at the clock at the front of the car before starting the exhausting task. The first chugging attempt had been one thing; there was time pressure, and it was just the one bottle involved. Technically on number three, it was a small miracle that I was actually able to force the rest of the water down. I’m the kind of girl who only eats a quarter of her meal, and takes the rest to go. For someone used to small portions, drinking around two liters of water in under half an hour was a lot. But I did it. Because there was too much on the line to quit halfway. “Phone.” I held out my hand in a conscious attempt to mirror the way Kate did for my bra. I can be demanding, too. And she gave me her word. As bratty as my younger sister can be, at least she keeps her promises. The trade-off being, of course, that she found a way to weaponize a promise, as I experienced back at the rest stop. Still, I was a little surprised when she procured my phone from her purse. I had expected her to drag things out, or reveal how she actually hadn’t agreed to XYZ. Because even when I’m watching for it, Kate still has a way of subtly ‘agreeing’ to things without fully saying the words herself. Not this time, apparently. She placed the phone into my hand and let go without so much as a teasing tug-of-war game. “And the photo?” I asked. Being agreeable about one thing wasn’t about to distract me from the other half of the deal that we made. “You’re like, the most impatient little girl ever,” Kate said. Mimicking my patented eye roll, and adding a personal flair of her own in the form of a small sigh, she pulled out her own phone. She turned the screen towards me before unlocking it, so I could watch the whole process. I felt myself flush a bit when faced with the photo. My top was freshly wet in the picture, and I was looking at Kate and the camera with parted lips. Instead of the shock and annoyance I remember feeling, I ended up looking immature and pouty thanks to the pigtails. Seeing the childish styling of my previously perfect red hair, not to mention the freckles, it felt somewhat pointless to push back against her words. But I had to. “I’m not a little girl,” I said. I’m in college, for fuck’s sake. And, also worth mentioning, “Kate, I’m your older sister.” “It doesn’t matter how old you are,” she said. Deleting the photo with a simple tap of her finger, Kate glanced up to meet my eyes. “You’re a girl, Annie. And you’re little. So, what does that make you?” That is SO not how that works. “Kate, I’m a woman,” I said. Setting my phone aside for a moment in order to give my full attention to my sister, I continued. “And so are you. You’re eighteen now, sis. It’s time to grow up.” With an idle smile, Kate used her free hand to give one of her boobs a squeeze. “I am grown up, Annie. You’re the one playing pretend, with your pads and make-up and heels. Just admit it. You’re the little sister here.” “Kate-” “Annie, come on. You’re literally wearing pull-ups.” It had the same two effects as always. One, I blushed at the reminder of the bulk between my legs that I had managed to put out of my mind for a few minutes. Two, my head snapped towards the front of the car to make sure no one overheard Kate’s way too casual mention of what she was supposed to be staying quiet about. There was no ground to stand on when Kate kept pulling the rug out from under me. As long as I was wearing wet, yellowed pull-ups, I was at a huge disadvantage. With a visual like that, no one would dare get close enough to do a sniff test to verify that it was simply a colored sports drink. It was crucial to keep my sister’s silence until I was able to wash up and put on normal underwear. But, at the same time, I couldn’t just let her walk all over me. “Kate, keep your voice down.” Speaking in a hushed tone myself, I narrowed my eyes and tried to act like none of this was bothering me. “You promised you wouldn’t tell.” “Did I?” Kate asked, “I don’t think I did. But if you want to swear me to secrecy now, I’m all ears!” I actually couldn’t remember. It felt like she said she’d keep this to herself, but maybe that was just to ensure I got in the car without changing. The shock of having her drink poured down my pull-ups was enough of a shock that everything afterwards was a bit of a blur. “What do you want, Kate?” I asked. In comparison to my sister, I wasn’t particularly creative. Short of offering my phone back up to her, I couldn’t think of anything that would make for an appealing deal. Plus anything I suggested would show her what bothered me the least, and then she’d have more information to go the opposite direction. “Hmm . . .” she mused. After knowing my sister for years, I still didn’t know how to deal with her in the slightest. We were total opposites, and she treated literally everything like it was a game. No matter how hard I tried, she wasn’t going to take any of this seriously. It was going to be nice to have the buffer of relatives in a few hours so I wouldn’t have to deal with her usual nonsense. For now, however, I was her only source of entertainment. “Got it!” Kate exclaimed. She reached into her purse with a smirk, “Oh, Annie. This is going to be so CUTE.” ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (60+ parts) and other stories on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=73056590

A year and a half I slipped on the ice and fell hard in front of the grocery store entrance and even hit my head on the metal handrail by the door. I was on the ground for about 5 minutes before someone rushed over to help me and get the store manager. I had ex rays that really aggravated my leg and especially my sciatic nerves. I was in the emergency room twice, the urgent care clinic once and my own doctor all within 5 days and getting heavy pain meds and morphine. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM ASKED ME IF I WAS WETTING OR POOPING MYSELF! I wasn't, but that tells me these kind of injuries can cause it to happen, hence every doctor asking me. With your situation they wouldn't bat an eye if you wore diapers to your appointment and would understand if you said you were wetting yourself and having some bowel accidents.

What kind of a question is that?! Is the pope Catholic? Honestly, it’s a more legitimate question than I make it seem. For me, diapers are fetishism all the way, always sexual, although expressed through domination, submissiveness, embarrassment, mild bondage, masochism, etc. But plenty of people are incontinent, just making lemonade from lemons, putting a positive spin on things with DL. And then adult babies are completely satisfied by the headspace, stress and anxiety relief, basically. And then there are furs, which I really can’t explain. So, yes, lots are fetishists, but by no means all. Very surprised that your post has revealed that there are women in diapers out of fetishism. Most, in my experience, just aren’t that into sex.

Im looking into moving to such a career myself. Im already into them and know its a long time between bathroom breaks.

We've had a sort of viewers strike in our house for the last year. We had the Disnney and Hula combo before and Netflics before that but it's just a rip off. Now we just stream what's free on our roku TV. Lately we've been watching Leave It to Beaver. We watch a lot of old series because they are new material for my wife and nostalgic for me. Hugs, Freta

After being put to bed in an embarrassing way Livy wakes up the next morning to face whatever will come next. It turns out what comes next is more of the same strange behaviour from Landon and a VERY embarrassing incident. --- 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 --- “She’s such a sweetie.” Landon said as she sat down on the couch next to Dan “She is.” Dan replied rather distractedly, “I’m surprised she let you do that for her.” “Why’s that?” Landon asked. “She’s just normally very reserved with all of her little stuff.” Dan said. “Maybe I just have the magic touch.” Landon replied with a giggle and a wink. Landon could see Dan blushing a little. She had tried to implant sexy thoughts in Dan’s head and from the way he suddenly refused to look at her it was working. Everything was going better than she could have ever hoped, she had taken a big gamble in offering to bottle feed Olivia, she had originally planned just to take a bottle to her and leave it at that but then she had seen a chance and pushed her boundaries. She had been hopeful that Olivia would accept it and indeed she had. To have her feeding from the bottle whilst laying across her lap was brilliant. It was almost like Landon was acting on instinct now. She reached out with a hand and placed it on Dan’s knee. It seemed like time stopped. Dan froze up and didn’t even look at Landon’s wandering limb. He swallowed and licked his lips. Landon was almost drunk on her own power at this point. “You know, I think it’s more than just this house that needs a woman’s touch.” Landon said quietly. “Landon, I…” Dan started but stopped just as quickly. “You don’t have to say anything now.” Landon said as she stood up. She didn’t need to turn and look at Dan to know he was checking her out, “Just think about it. I think I’m going to head to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.” Landon left the living room and made her way back upstairs. She went through to the spare bedroom, her bags had already been brought up earlier in the day and she closed the door behind her. She stretched as she walked over to the bed and laid down, it was a long way from her feather mattress back at home but it was comfortable enough. She pulled out her laptop and opened it up. “Hey, Little_Princess.” Landon typed. “Mommy!” Little_Princess replied excitedly. Little_Princess had been referring to Landon as “Mommy” for a few days now and Landon was used to it. At first she thought it was a weird but she didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop, now she found it kind of endearing. She really enjoyed talking to this young woman as well, they got on really well together. “So dish the dirt, Mommy!” Little_Princess typed. Landon started re-telling the story of the evening and she had to admit it sounded a little unbelievable when typed out. It was like one of the many, many adult baby stories that floated around the internet. For the next couple of hours Landon laid in bed talking in the chat, mainly to Little_Princess, and thinking back on the day. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. When she heard Dan coming up the stairs she almost hoped he would come into her room but she knew that was asking a bit much. She heard the master bedroom door down the hall open and then close before darkness and silence fell over the house. “Um, Mommy?” Little_Princess typed shortly before Landon planned to turn her laptop off, “Do you think we could maybe… meet?” --- Olivia woke up the next morning feeling strange. She had a feeling of dread that seemed to cast a shadow over everything but it wasn’t immediately clear why she feel that way. It took a few moments for her brain to click into gear and recall the events of the previous evening. She closed her eyes tightly together as she recalled the bottle feeding. After several minutes of tortured anguish Olivia slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. She looked next to her to see Dan still asleep, she wouldn’t have been all that surprised if Landon had been there. She felt so embarrassed. Olivia slipped out of bed and got dressed. She was utterly determined not to slip up like she had done the previous evening, she couldn’t allow that to happen again. She was already worried that Dan was starting to look at Landon as a replacement for her she had to make sure she didn’t give them ammunition! Olivia put on some regular grown-up panties with a skirt over the top of them. A plain white blouse adorned her top half and she didn’t look too different from the days she had tried to work at the legal firm. She tip-toed out of the bedroom and listened at the top of the stairs to see if Landon was already down there. There was no sound. After a couple of hesitant seconds Olivia started making her way down the stairs. She continued listening for any signs of life but by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs she was fairly certain no one else was there. “Why are you sneaking?” Landon’s voice suddenly came from the landing. Olivia nearly fell over on the bottom step as she jumped and exclaimed in surprise. She turned around to see Landon in her dressing gown coming down the stairs. Unless she had glided down the landing Olivia didn’t know how she could miss the larger woman’s footfalls. Landon smiled as she made her way downstairs. “Come on, I’ll make us breakfast.” Landon said as she walked past Olivia and patted her on the back. Olivia pouted at Landon’s back. She had wanted to avoid Landon for as long as possible but now that plan was ruined. Even worse, she now felt even more like a little girl as Landon was taking charge straight away. Olivia followed the guest into the kitchen and sat at the table, Landon was already popping some bread in the toaster. It felt like she had been living there for years. “Do you like anything on your toast?” Landon asked over her shoulder from the counter. “Just butter please.” Olivia replied. Olivia was terrified that Landon was going to bring up the previous night. She was playing with her fingers nervously when Landon brought the breakfast over and placed it on the table. No sooner had she sat down herself than Dan walked in. “Ah, Dan. I was hoping you’d be up soon.” Landon said with a wide smile, “There’s some toast waiting for you on the counter.” “Wonderful.” Dan replied with a yawn. Eventually everyone was sat at the table and as everyone ate there was a tense silence. Olivia’s foot was shaking, she kept expecting someone to bring up the previous evening but no one seemed to want to be the one who would break the silence. She was more than happy to remain quiet, maybe if everyone pretended last night never happened everyone would conveniently forget and they could go back to normal. Dan was the last to finish eating and no sooner had he sat back in his chair than Landon was looking up at him smiling. “Why don’t you go through to the living room?” Landon suggested, “I’ll make us some coffee and bring it in.” “Are you sure?” Dan said as he started to get up, “I don’t want you to put yourself out.” “It’s fine.” Landon replied, “You too, Livy.” “I don’t really-…” Olivia started. “Come on guys. I’m trying to be nice!” Landon chuckled as she stood up and walked over to turn the kettle on. Olivia looked at Dan hoping he would have a reason to stop everything but he was smiling and getting up. Olivia was rather embarrassed as she got to her feet herself. With reluctance she followed Dan into the living room, she dreaded seeing what Landon was going to bring her to drink after the previous evening. Olivia went to her laptop and turned it on, she wanted to look busy whilst Landon and Dan were working, maybe allow herself to think she was a competent adult for a little bit. “Here we go.” Landon said as she walked in. Olivia didn’t dare look up from her screen as Landon brought the drinks to the table in the middle of the room. She heard her husband thank Landon as he leaned forwards to take his cup but she didn’t dare look up herself. It was only when she heard the two discussing things related to their work that she quickly glanced up. She was shocked to find a regular cup and from the way it was steaming it seemingly held coffee just like the others. Scooting herself forwards slightly Olivia took the cup and carefully sipped it. The last thing she wanted to do was spill it or in any way make herself look silly. It tasted wonderful and she had to fight to stop herself smiling like a loon, it felt stupid but getting just this tiny amount of responsibility felt like a huge success. For the next few hours nothing of note seemed to happen. Olivia scrolled through the internet and played some games whilst Landon and Dan worked. She would occasionally look up to see Landon staring at her but she would quickly look away each time. Olivia was very comfortable in her seat, she was leaned to the side and idly clicking through various links when she started squirming. She was just shifting her laptop to get up when Landon quickly stood up herself. “I’m just going to visit the little girl’s room.” Landon said as she quickly left the room. She was so fast she was practically out of the room before she finished her sentence. Dan didn’t look up from the form he was filling in so he wouldn’t have noticed Olivia freezing and watching Landon go with wide eyes. The reason for her reaction was simple, an urgent need to urinate had rapidly descended on her and it was only getting stronger. Landon couldn’t have timed her journey to the house’s only bathroom to be more inconvenient for Olivia. “Everything alright?” Dan asked shortly after Landon had left the room. Olivia knew she was shifting awkwardly in her seat and must’ve looked very uncomfortable. She could only nod at her husband and give him a pained smile. The urge to empty her bladder was rising constantly, it was a feeling Olivia couldn’t remember ever having before. The urge was growing and growing, it wouldn’t abate at all no matter what position Olivia got herself into. After a minute or so Olivia knew this feeling wasn’t going away. She needed the toilet and it was quickly becoming an emergency. She stood up and had to clench tightly to prevent an accident from occurring. “I… I think I’m just going to…” Olivia kind of trailed off but started shuffling out of the living room with one hand hovering over her bladder. Olivia hurried up the stairs and to the bathroom door. It was predictably closed and locked. Her foot tapped on the floor repeatedly as she bit her lip and wished the door would suddenly open. She spent every second hoping that she would hear the toilet flush, to know she only had to wait a few more seconds. Olivia let out a little whine as the hand over her bladder slipped lower until it was covering her crotch. It was getting to the point where she was considering finding a trash can or a potted plant that she could use as a makeshift toilet. Her diapers weren’t far away but she didn’t think she had time to put one on. “Oh… Oh no…” Olivia whined. A small stream of urine trickled out between her legs causing Olivia to gasp. She felt the wetness soaking straight through her panties and into her pants, some of the warmth ran down her fingers. She clenched twice as hard as she tried to stop the disaster that was unfolding. A high-pitched whine escaped her lips as she stepped up to the bathroom door and banged on it with one hand whilst the other was clasped against her crotch. “Just a minute.” Landon called out. Olivia didn’t have a minute though. She didn’t even have seconds. Her eyes were filled with tears as the urine on her clothes cooled and what was still in her body was desperate to come out. “Please!” Olivia cried out as she hit the door again. It was already too late. Olivia’s exhausted bladder had finally had enough. The warmth of her fresh urine started flowing and there was nothing she could do about it. She looked down to see the wetness spreading all over her pants, her hands were still clamped to her crotch but could do nothing except soak in her accident. She pulled them away and stared in open-mouthed horror at the streaks that soaked the legs of her pants. The bigger the wet patch became the more her body gave up until she was wetting herself uncontrollably. A puddle started forming underneath Olivia’s feet and she could see her pee dripping on to the carpet. She felt frozen to the spot as she flooded her clothes like a toddler failing at potty training. Just as she stopped wetting herself with a few final drips coming out of her she heard the toilet flushing from beyond the door. She just had time to look up before the door opened. “OK, Olivia, you can-…” Landon stopped talking as she looked out on to the landing where Olivia’s trembling form was rooted to the spot. Olivia was sniffling and sobbing. She didn’t know what to do, nothing in her life had prepared her for a situation such as this. She didn’t think things could possibly get worse until she heard footsteps on the stairs. “What’s all the banging…” Dan had come up the stairs to see what had been going on and now he was stood staring at Olivia in shock. “I… couldn’t hold it…” Olivia said in a tiny voice. The next thing Olivia knew she was crying helplessly. She wished everyone could go away, the last thing she wanted was to be gawked at by her husband and the woman who was seemingly getting more and more involved in their relationship. “It’s OK, dear.” Landon was the person who broke the awkward silence, “Come on, you’d better get yourself cleaned up.” “I… I don’t know what happened…” Olivia sobbed. Olivia let Landon put her arm around her and steer her into the belatedly free bathroom. For a minute Olivia thought the guest was going to wash her herself when Landon went over and started running the bath and testing the water’s temperature. She felt some relief when Landon gave her a quick hug and left the room closing the door behind her. --- If you enjoyed this part you can check out what happens next RIGHT NOW at: https://www.patreon.com/posts/livys-new-family-86019804

Part Fifteen I held out my bra to Kate without even thinking about it. It was getting to the point where going along with whatever she wanted was the easiest option. I wanted my phone, and I wanted some peace and quiet; the quickest way to achieve both of those things was by taking the path of least resistance. Besides, the damage was already done. My barely existent chest already lost all the support and padding that was there a moment ago, and it wouldn’t make a difference whether the bra was in my possession or Kate’s. Either way, she would probably be the one making the rules about when I was allowed to wear it again. As always, my goal was to avoid enabling her. So, trying to ignore her jab about my size, I allowed her to pull the bra from my hand. “Here,” I said. The goal was to seem casual and indifferent about it, even though I was pretty self conscious about my petite chest. Rather than folding up the bra and tucking it into her purse, like she had done with my panties earlier, Kate took a minute to examine the undergarment. “Wow, this is a lot,” she said. Reaching into one of the cups, clearly not bothered that they were just pressed against my boobs, she pulled all the padding right out. “Really, sis? You know, you’re going to have to accept that you’re done growing. And this?” she said, cracking the back window, “It’s false advertising.” It took me a second to connect the dots. “Kate, don’t!” I exclaimed. My attempt to lunge forward was quickly foiled by my seatbelt jerking me to a stop right away. That’s what they’re designed for; reacting to sharp movements. To my dismay, I had to watch helplessly as my inconsiderate sister dropped the padding through the small gap offered by the mini van’s back window. It was the type that only cracked for a little air, rather than being able to roll down all the way, but that was still enough space. I whipped my head around to look out the back window, still clinging to the hope that maybe Kate used some kind of sleight of hand to freak me out. No such luck. I watched as the nice silk hit the highway, wincing as the car behind us ran it over. It’s not that the insert was particularly expensive. I went with more breathable pads that were cleverly sewn fabric, because they felt more like I was still wearing a bra instead of having silicone press into me all day. Mine were cheaper, too, and this was a short enough weekend that I hadn’t packed any spares. While I was busy dealing with the visual of my padding being destroyed on the highway behind us, as well as the realization that I was going to be painfully flat all weekend because of it, Kate took the opportunity to remove the second insert and drop it out the window just as effortlessly as the first. “There. No more fake boobs,” she said, dusting off her hands for emphasis. They’re not- They’re not fake! They just boost me half a cup size. The push-up bra covers the other half. I prefect ‘enhance,’ but there’s no way I’d be able to explain it to Kate without her turning my words against me. Especially not when I was dumbstruck by what she just did. “Those were mine, sis! You can’t just-” “I can ‘just,’” she said. Now that her work was done with my bra, she haphazardly dropped it down by her feet, between her right leg and the side of the car. Short of unbuckling and going through an arduous maneuver over or under my sister’s legs, I wasn’t going to get the undergarment back without her allowing it. “Now drink your water, Annie. I’d hate for you to get dehydrated.” Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. But what could I do? Kate was an insensitive brat, and she hadn’t listened to any of my lectures in years. The inserts were already gone, the damage already done. I was too old to whine to our parents, and it’s not like they would believe me anyway. Kate would bat her eyes and act all innocent and clueless about the whole thing, and I’d only succeed in verbally admitting that I stuff my bras. Pretty sure our mother would side with Kate on the ‘false advertising’ front, too. So, biting my tongue, I reached under the seat and grabbed another fresh bottle of water. My phone was more important than arguing with my sister. She was way too quick on her feet, she had a tendency to weaponize anything I said, and I was at too much of a disadvantage thanks to the bulky underwear I let her talk me into putting on. Add pigtails, freckles, and a flat chest to the mix, and there was no way she was going to take anything I said seriously. This time around, I watched her a lot more carefully. I wasn’t about to get halfway through a second bottle, only to have her pull the same trick and then push me to drink a third and fourth because this one also ‘didn’t count.’ The good news was, she didn’t start timing me again. The bad news was, I was still really bad at chugging. While I wanted to take my sweet time just to spite her, I also knew that every minute spent drinking was another minute she could come up with something else to annoy me. Setting the first aside, already feeling bloated from the late lunch we had in the car, as well as the one and a half bottles I just downed, I reluctantly retrieved another from the cooler. At this point, I was in too deep. This task was the very thing that led to me losing my bra, and it would be unacceptable if I ended up with nothing to show for my troubles. No pun intended. So, after taking a short breather, I kept drinking. ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (60+ parts) and other stories on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=73056590

My wife knows. She tolerates it. She's thankful that I just like to wear and not use. She used to dress as a baby girl for me but she won't do it anymore.

I'm diapered about 4 or 5 days per week. So I usually walk up to the coffee shop, get a cup and read the news on my tablet. For some reason I haven't pooped this morning even though I'd been fiber loading for a couple of days. When I got up I changed the super wet diaper, changed to a new one and decided to walk into the towns coffee shop. I could feel the urgency growing but not enough to mess. Before I left my house I had slid up a biscodyl suppository in my ass. So by the time I was getting a cup of coffee I really have to go. After sitting down I decided to let it go. No pushing at all. But sitting down kept the load inside me. After 15 or 20 minutes I decided to lean back and raise my knees a little. That did it. A gigantic load became moving out. It was hard to not push. The urge was increased and grew stronger. I was determined to not strain at all. So I didn't. Then the poo started to move. It was so slow. Probably because it was so solid. I'd bet it took a good 2 minutes. About a half way through the firm poo softened and I could feel it spread up around my balls. And it just kept going. I felt my crotch and my diaper grew larger. I couldn't believe it was still going. Finally I just couldn't not push. I had too. Just a little push. From that the poo spread every where, back, sides and up around me. Then I felt strong peeing and the warm wetting covered my diaper. Finally. I touched under my pants and I could feel my plastic pants spread slowly warm. I could feel how huge the bulge was. No one could smell anything (I love Clorofresh). I finally left the shop and tried to cover my waddle. That was a few hours back. Now I'm sitting here wearing the same loaded diaper. This my friends, this is the way to load your diaper while sitting in a shop. The key is to wear plastic pants over your diaper and always use internal deodorants.

Your a pretty good narrator, I'd like to hear more.

That's really cool ?. I've gotten back into Lego's. They're a lot of fun.

So, I think I found what has been blocking my writing. Chapter 51 was kind of fun to right, but looking over it, I don't like what it does for the characters, and I don't like what I have to write after it. I'm going to delete it and start again. Hopefully that will end the block. I'm still going to post regularly. (It looks like a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule) Once again, I love the comments and DMs I get. If you want to see anything, feel free to DM me or leave a comment. I might post a poll later based on what private messages say and we can figure out what everyone wants going forward. Now, on to the next chapter. Enjoy. Chapter 45: The Night of Wet Pull Ups Small group of college aged kids. Check! Small town with basically no law enforcement. Check! Annoying talk of the occult. Check! This had all the markings of a bad horror flick in the first fifteen minutes. The fact that Ava could barely tell what they were talking about didn’t help. Why would a movie have them talking about extra dimensional gobble D gook? No one is going to follow this. Wait… Since the dialogue didn’t really suit her tastes, Ava was more concerned with the scenery and characters. The lead female protagonist had long brown hair, brown eyes, and very similar eyebrows to Ava. In fact, the more Ava looked, the more she thought this girl could be her doppleganger. “Who is that actress? She looks a lot like me.” “I don’t know, but it makes sense that she looks like you. Take a look at her when it shows her profile.” Ava concentrated, but couldn’t see what Hector was trying to point out. “I don’t get it.” “The face overlay doesn’t quite match at the hairline. They must have rushed production.” “Face overlay.” “Yeah. Look at the guy they keep calling Brent. Look familiar.” Once again, Ava was stumped, “Not really?” Hector mocked being hurt, “Oof. The beautiful, jet black hair? The rigid jaw line? That perfect smile?” Ava just shook her head. “That’s me!” Ava was shocked. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be some family rich kid? Why would he get into acting? “That’s you?” “Well not me exactly.” He sat back in his chair, “They used a face overlay to get him to look more like me.” Sounds like CGI, “So wait, that girl is SUPPOSED to look like me? How did they…” “With the same facial recognition I mentioned earlier. A lot of movies like to do this. Makes it feel like you're in the movie. Usually it’s just as background or side characters, but horrors like to make the main characters into duplicates of the audience.” It certainly was cool. Seeing her face on the big screen was kind of nice. “Why the difference between genres” Hector’s face broke into a somewhat devilish smile, “Oh you’ll see.” And see she did. When the horrible abomination revealed itself as some kind of symbiote from another world, Ava felt uncomfortable seeing herself stabbed through the shoulder. However, this was only the beginning. The movie had a mix of jump scares, eerie ambiance, genuinely fearful acting, and special effects that looked better than real life. When the camera angle began to shake and move around in the first person, Ava breathed a sigh of relief as her character picked up the test tube the monster had gotten out of. Suddenly the screen was covered in splattered blood as a hook was jammed through her chest. Ava jumped and felt her underwear warm. Desperately she tried to clench down, but the deed was done. She looked over towards Hector who was casually watching the film when the loud sound of a knife slicing through flesh brought Ava’s attention back to her character's dismembered head. The movement of the actor’s body as the parasite slithered into the open throat was gruesome and horrifying in ways Ava couldn’t describe. It piloted the body with violent jerking motions as the blood spilled over her shirt. Ava was hooked. Glued to the horrors on the TV. Watching one of the kids be lobotomized and walking around like a half dead puppet made her shake. The scene were another kid got expanded from the inside and blown apart had her look away. She covered her ears as the sound of bones crunching and blood spewing had her nearly in tears. She jumped and screamed as she felt giant hands rap around her torso. Violently struggling she felt herself lifted in the air and brought to Hector’s chest. Calming words called out to her, “There there. It’s ok. It’s just a movie. You’re ok. Daddy’s got you.” Shaken from her fright, Ava didn’t hear the sounds of the movie anymore and could see the room brightening as the shaders regained their full transparency. “There. I knew that you weren’t ready for horror.” While true, Ava felt insulted, “I like horror, I’ve just never seen,” she pointed at the now blank T.V. “that!” Hector shrugged his shoulders, “Eh. It was ok. A little cheezy, but not overly scary.” Ava thought of what he could mean by scary if that wasn’t it. For a world of supposedly advanced peaceful giants, they sure had some dark imaginations. Realizing where she was, Ava tried to hop off Hector’s lap again, only to be stopped by his grip. “Hey. Could you let…” “Do you smell something?” Ava went red, “No. I don’t smell anything. Now will you let…” Hector fixed her with a stare, “Ava. Is there something you want to tell me?” “Not in particular.” “Ava. I’ll give you one more chance.” She was embarrassed, but not stupid. “I might have wet myself. Just a little.” Hector sighed once more as he placed her on his hip before making his way over to a closet. Opening it, Ava could see several changing supplies, including a changing mat. Reaching inside he grabbed a diaper and other things needed to clean up her accident. Shit. Not again. “No. Wait. Not a diaper. Can’t I just have another pull up?” Hector walked back to the couch and began setting everything up. “Sorry sweetheart. An accident in your pull up means diapers for the rest of the day.” Ava felt her eyes begin to water. She wasn’t about to lose what she had gotten. An idea popped in her head that she was less than happy with, “But it was because of the movie.” “Yup you had an accident because you got too scared of a movie that I warned you was too scary.” Ava bit her lip, “But it was the movie's fault. Not mine.” Hector looked at her and held up the diaper in front of her face, “So you admit that you couldn’t handle the movie.” Ava looked away from the bulky garment in front of her, “Yes.” “And you admit that I was right about what you should watch.” Well that was a leap. Shit. Is this worth it? Ava stayed silent. Hector scanned her face before unfolding the diaper. Ava realised it was indeed worth it, “Yes! Yes. You were right about what I should watch.” Hector stopped the change there. “No more complaining?” “No more complaining.” “Promise?” One humiliation traded for another. “I promise.” “Okay.” Hector pulled the diaper away and headed back to the closet where he pulled out another pullup. “We can give you one more try at keeping your big girl pull ups clean.” Freshly wiped, powdered, and with a dry pull up, Ava felt like she had made the right choice. T.V. privileges could be gained over time, but the more time she spent in diapers, the more likely Hector was probably just going to keep her in them full time. This had just been a setback. Two in fact, that she had gotten away with. As she enjoyed the feeling of dry, thin padding on her lower half Hector stood up and made a few motions on his phone. He then seemed satisfied with his work before handing the tablet sized phone to Ava. “Here, look through this and we can order out. Anything catch your eye?” Ava scanned through the list. There were several places that sounded too toddlerish for her taste; Smucker’s Funhouse, Yummy-Yums, Big Babies’ Bottle. However, there were some other stores that looked decent. Some looked 100% foreign to her, but she was delighted to see what looked like a Mexican Restaurant. “You have Mexican?” “Hmmm? Oh that’s Fiorn food. It uses a lot of legumes, super flat bread as wrappings, and spices. Are you sure you want that?” Ava thought back to her days on campus going from restaurant to restaurant on cinco de mayo. “Yeah. That sounds good.” “Okay you look through the menu. I’ll bring Tiffany down so that she can pick too. If she picks anything at all.”

So far, just you folks know.....I think.