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Toys and fingers and things are ok but absolutely nothing compares to the first time my Daddy entered me anally and especially the first time He reached completion. Toys and fingers just don't compare.

Chapter 3 Back in her house Ms Harbourne directed. “Take those sneakers off.” As I was bending down to do so, she reached a hand between my legs. “How is your diaper holding up?” She gave the crotch a squeeze and decided. “Wet but I don’t think you need a change just yet.” It wasn’t long before Dr Patel arrived. “Hello Rachel.” She greeted Ms Harbourne. “What’s wrong with Robert?” “He has a sore tummy.” Mr Harbourne explained. “Actually.” I said. “I feel better now.” “I’d appreciate you checking him out anyway.” Ms Harbourne told her. “Just to be safe.” “Of course.” Dr Patel replied. “He’s only the 4th man to have a prostate chip installed.” “That’s what I was thinking.” Ms Harbourne agreed. “And also only the 4th to start an all-breastmilk diet.” “Yes. That too.” The doctor turned to me. “Let’s go to your nursery and get you up on the change table so I can give you a checkup.” So I was led back to my room where I climbed onto the changing table once again and laid down. Dr Patel pulled on some latex gloves and began prodding my stomach, asking each time whether that hurt. She pulled down the front of my diaper slightly to get to the area just above my cock. “Your tummy seems fine. Let’s check those testes.” One by one, she pulled the tapes on my diaper and let it fall open. “I’d better clean him up a bit before you go poking around down there.” Ms Harbourne stepped in. Once she had thoroughly wiped me and disposed of the used diaper she moved aside again. “He’s all yours.” Dr Patel dispassionately lifted my dick out of the way with one hand and gave my balls a thorough inspection with the other. “No issues here. Maybe you have a fever. Turn over and I’ll check your temperature. “Huh?” It took me a moment to realise why she wanted me to turn over. “Oh no. Please don’t.” “You don’t need to pretend that you don’t like it.” She smiled, knowingly. I looked to Ms Harbourne who simply warned me. “You’re going to get a thermometer up your bottom or you’re going to get a spanking then a thermometer up your bottom.” I reluctantly turned over, presenting my bare ass to the women. I felt Dr Patel’s gloved hands on my hip “slide back a bit.” She guided me to move lower on the table. I wiggled backward until I wasn’t so much laying on the change table as bent over it. She let go and gave me a pat on my bottom. “That’s good.” As I waited there, I missed the security of my diaper. A few moments later, I felt the end of Dr Patel’s thermometer pressed against my butt hole. Lube dripped from it and ran down my crack. With a little wiggling, she easily pushed it inside me. "Good boy. Now we just have to keep it in there for a bit to make sure we get an accurate reading." She rested a hand on my lower back and spoke to Ms Harbourne. “He seems to be adjusting quickly. Bradley wasn’t this cooperative on his first day.” “No. He was a real little brat.” Ms Harbourne noted as I waited there with the thermometer sticking out of my bum. “And he’s still got a long way to go. I had to spank him just this afternoon for hitting Robert.” “Oh you poor thing.” Dr Patel gave my back a soft rub. “Are you okay?” Her genuine concern and gentle touch gave me a warm tingly feeling. “Yes, Dr Patel.” I replied without turning to look at her. “How many times have you had to spank this one so far?” She asked. “Just once." Mr Harbourne patted my bottom lightly. "Isn't that right Robert? You have been a good boy since then." "Yes, Ms Harbourne." I felt far too vulnerable in that position to offer any defiance. Dr. Patel was silent for a moment then decided. “I think I'd like to babysit Robert.” “You said adopting a man would be too much work.” Ms Harbourne recalled. “I said training a man would be too much work and I still feel that way about most of them.” Dr Patel clarified. “But Robert seems to be much less headstrong than others.” “I’m afraid Robert’s a very popular boy.” Mr Harbourne informed her. “He’s already got babysitters lined up for the next few days so you’ll have to wait a while.” “Just don’t go getting adopted before I have my turn.” Dr Patel pulled the thermometer out of my butt. “Your temperature is normal. Stay there. I just want to check one more thing.” I felt her fingers between my cheeks. They were slimy. I guessed that she was applying lube for something else she planned to insert into me. All I could do was wait there and hope it wasn’t too big. “Just relax.” was all the warning I had before she forced two fingers inside me. I gasped in surprise and my bladder released onto the terrycloth I was laying on. The wetness spread underneath my stomach as Dr Patel’s fingers explored my butthole. “Oh dear.” Ms Harbourne chuckled. “Robert’s had a little accident.” “I guess that was just a little too long for him to be out of his diaper.” Dr Patel withdrew her fingers. “I’m sorry about that.” “It’s okay.” Ms Harbourne insisted. “It looks like the cover caught it all.” “I’ve finished his checkup now.” I felt her clean the lube out of my crack with a babywipe. “You should get him back into a diaper in case he’s not finished.” “Thankyou Inika. Is there any reason to be concerned?” Ms Harbourne helped me to stand up. I could see the large wet yellow circle where I had been laying. “No.” The doctor shook her head as she pulled her gloves off. “He seems perfectly healthy.” “Well that’s good.” Ms Harbourne cleaned my stomach and groin with more wipes. “Robert, say thank you to Dr Patel.” “Thank you, Dr Patel.” I recited, starting at the ground, not feeling especially thankful for the indignities she had inflicted on me. “You’re very welcome.” Then she turned to Ms Harbourne. “I’ll wash up and show myself out. You’ve got your hands full here.” “Thankyou again, Inika.” When Dr Patel had left, Ms Harbourne reached under the table and pulled out another terrycloth cover, handing it to me. “Change the cover please so I can get you rediapered.” The inside of the cover was lined with plastic and it crinkled in my hands. The reason for that was obvious as I pulled the soggy cover off. Folding the wet yellow stain into the middle to protect the carpet, I placed it on the floor while I stretched the clean one over the padding. “Good boy.” She praised me. “Now up you go.” I climbed up and was soon taped into a new diaper. I felt much better, having a layer of padding protecting my butthole. “Thank you, Ms Harbourne.” I said, getting back down. “Keep being so well-behaved and polite and I might just have to adopt you myself.” She smiled. “Now pick up the dirty cover and I’ll show you where the laundry is.” I did as I was told and followed her. “Now do you need me to teach you how to use the washing machine?” “No, Ms Harbourne.” The juvenile politeness was already becoming automatic. “I think I can handle it.” “Good boy.” She started out of the room. “Once you have the wash started you have some free time but make sure you hang it out as soon as it finishes or you’ll make us late.” “Late for what?” I asked, dropping the soggy material into the machine.. “The Milking.” She said, leaving me to my chore. I added the detergent and started the wash. The small display indicated I had just under an hour. I decided to use the time to explore the house but other than my oversized nursery, it was a totally ordinary home. Ms Harbourne was reading in the living room. She looked up from her novel as I walked past. "Robert? You look a little lost." "Um. Yeah." I admitted. "I'm not sure what to do." "Well, what would you have done with your free time before you came here?" She asked. "I. Um." I tried to think of an acceptable answer but nothing came to mind. "I suppose you watched porn and played with yourself." She guessed exactly what I was thinking. I looked away and didn't respond. My full-body blush was all the answer needed. She giggled, getting to her feet and moving closer. "There is no need to be ashamed. You're a man. You can't help it." She pressed a cupped hand to my padded crotch. "That's why we had to take control of this.” My cock didn’t respond at all as she began rubbing it gently through the diaper. “I am afraid that objectifying women is strictly forbidden. As is putting your hands into your diaper.” She withdrew her hand. “But you won’t need to. We take care of those urges.” “In the milking shed?” I asked. “Oh yes,You saw the milking last night, didn’t you?” She replied. “Men are much more calm and compliant when they have regular sexual release so every evening, we take you all to the milking shed. The milking is the only time the orgasm lock in your prostate chip can be turned off and you can cum.” I suddenly realised that, very soon, I would be in the same position I saw Brad in last night, naked on a table being jerked off in front of a room full of women. The thought was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. “Buy why? Why does it have to happen in front of everyone?” "What's wrong? Are you feeling shy?" She teased before explaining. “While it is definitely important that men get their sexual release, it must be supervised." She took my hand and led me back to sit next to her on the sofa. "It also ensures that you not only know your place but you love it. You will orgasm every day, naked and helpless in front of us. Submission and pleasure will quickly become inseparable in your mind." I wondered if that could really happen to me. "Is that how it worked for the other men here?" "Well Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson, were the inspiration for this whole project. When I met them, she was already keeping him in diapers. They both agreed that he was a better person and much happier like that." Ms Harbourne recalled. "At the time, my friend Ms Clarke was having problems with her husband, Ian. With Ms Dobson's guidance we gave Ian the same treatment and it worked just as well." "And he liked it?" I was doubtful. "Oh no." She laughed. "He definitely did not like it but his behaviour improved very quickly. Eventually though, he came to accept that it was exactly what he had always needed. By the time we developed the prostate chips, he was already very happy being Ms Clarke's obedient diaper boy." I blushed at those words. "How long did that take?" "Over a year. The poor thing." She seemed genuinely sympathetic. "But we've taken what we learned from training Ian and we're confident that, with things like the milking, your adjustment will be much easier." Before I could think of anything to say to that, a long beep came from the laundry, indicating that the washing machine had finished. “I’d better go hang that out to dry.” “Good boy.” She smiled and kissed me on the forehead as she got up. "I'm going to get ready." I sat there for a moment as she walked away considering the warm tingly sensation her praise had left me with. I liked how her approval made me feel and as it faded, I craved more. I caught myself wondering if maybe being an obedient diaper boy was such a bad thing. I snapped out of it but still got up and returned to the laundry. I told myself that it was just to avoid punishment but really I wanted her to tell me I was a good boy again. Reaching into the machine to retrieve the change table cover, I began to feel pressure on my bladder. I sighed, knowing that I would soon be wetting myself again. I wondered if I could get away with relieving myself in the garden while I was outside. A door led from the laundry out into Ms Harbourne's backyard. Any thought of pulling my dick out of my diaper were quickly put to rest as I saw that the yard was only bordered by a low fence which I could probably step over, more to mark out personal space than offer any privacy. Another man was in the yard next door. He was also hanging laundry on a clothesline. Initially, I thought they were white towels but then I saw the large pairs of translucent plastic pants hanging next to them and realised they were cloth diapers. He spotted me and gave a friendly wave, leaving his chore to waddle closer. "You must be Robert. I'm Ian." I could see he was wearing blue plastic pants, with pictures of yellow ducks, over a cloth diaper. I pegged the cover to the line and moved to meet him at the fence. As I stopped, my bladder released. I froze as the pee pooled between my legs until the padding began to absorb it.. "Are you okay?" He asked before his eyes moved down to my swelling diaper. "Ah. Just a wet diaper. Don't worry, you'll get used to that." "I doubt it." I shifted my weight uncomfortably. "It’s not so bad. Those diapers don’t feel wet for long.” He was right, the padding was already drawing the wetness away from my skin. “Be glad you’re not in one of these.” He pointed to his cloth diaper. “Once you wet these you’re going to feel soggy until you get changed.” “Why do you wear those then?” I asked. “It’s not up to me.” He shrugged. “Mommy says disposable diapers are bad for the environment.” "And you're okay with all this?" I motioned to the diaper he was wearing and the others on the washing line. "Shitting yourself and being bossed around by your wife?" "Shh. We aren't allowed to use naughty words." He looked around nervously for anyone who might have heard before answering my question. "I don't like messy diapers but Mommy always changes me quickly when I have one. I like that she takes care of me and I like making her happy. Our relationship is much better now than when we were married and we are both a lot happier." "Ian." A woman's voice came from the house next door. "Have you finished hanging out your diapers?" "Almost done, Mommy." Ian called back then said to me, "I've got to go. It was nice meeting you." He then ran back to the washing line. Back inside, I found Ms Harbourne in a lilac evening gown and matching heels. "Let's get going. We don't want to be late for your first milking." She had me put on my sneakers and led me outside. The sun was setting and the air was starting to feel cold on my mostly-bare skin but it was only a short walk to the milking shed. Ms Harbourne led me through a door into a tiled room. Along one wall was a row of maybe a dozen change tables. Against the opposite wall was a row of bathtubs. Brad was in one of the tubs. Melanie was on a stool beside the bath, in her underwear, washing him. The bath next to his was occupied by another man. I guessed that this must be Andy. He also had an underwear-clad woman scrubbing his body. "Up you go." Ms Harbourne patted one of the change tables. I assumed the position and she untapped my diaper. As she gathered some wipes from under the table, I heard the door open again then a woman’s voice “Hi Rachel.” “Hello Natalie.” Ms Harbourne began cleaning my groin. “Hello Ian.” “Hello, Ms Harbourne.” Came Ian's cheerful voice from surprisingly close. I looked toward the source and saw Ian mounting the change table next to mine. “Hello Robert.” "Yeah. Um. Hi Ian." I replied, awkwardly. "You two know each other?" Ms Harbourne wiped my balls. "We just met while I was hanging out my diapers." Ian raised his bottom so his mommy could pull down his plastic pants. "Oh that's nice. I hope you two will be friends." Ian's mommy removed the pins from his diaper. As she unwrapped the wet fabric from his privates, she turned to me. "I'm Ian's mommy. You can call me Ms Clarke." "Hello, Ms Clarke." It was hard to look her in the eye while Ms Harbourne ran a baby wipe down my crack. "You're all done." Ms Harbourne declared. I climbed down from the charge table, naked except for my sneakers. "Please help with this zip." She turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress. "I don't want my outfit to get wet while I'm giving you a bath." She pulled it off. Her bra and panties matched her dress and the heels she still had on. I admired her body as she crossed the room to where the other women's dresses were hanging and added hers to the rack. "Well get those shoes off so you can get into the bath. " she said as she returned. I did as I was told and then she took my hand and led me to a tub which was already full of water and bubbles. "Hello, Samantha. Hello, Andy." She greeted the woman at the next tub and the man in it. "This is Robert." "It's nice to meet you, Robert." The woman's eyes traced over my naked body. "Robert, This is Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson." Ms Harbourne helped me into the tub. "Hello, Ms Dobson." I sat down in the warm water, happy to have my body hidden.under the bubbles. "Hello, Andy." Soon, Ian and Ms Clarke took the next bathtub. Once all four of us were sufficiently scrubbed, the women helped us out of the water and dried us with big fluffy towels. We were then left to stand there naked while they put their gowns back on. "Zip me up, please." Ms Harbourne presented the back of her dress and I pulled up the zip. "Thank you." She took my hand once again. The other men were each holding their mommy's hand and one by one they were led out through a door, first Andy, then Ian and Brad. Finally Ms Harbourne and I followed. We stepped into a large room where a couple dozen women, all in evening gowns, stood talking in small groups while sipping cocktails. Many of them turned to watch me as I entered. Mis Connelly and Miss Barnes both gave friendly waves. There were four tables around the room. The other men were already positioned at three of them. As Ms Harbourne let me to the last one, someone slapped my bottom. I heard giggles but didn't turn to see who it was. "Now you just need to get up on the table on your hands and knees." Ms Harbourne explained. "I'll take care of the rest." I climbed on to the table. The top was covered in smooth plastic and soft padding. It reminded me of the outside of my diapers. That was probably deliberate and as my cock hung limp under me in front of a room full of women, I wanted to be back in my diaper. "Good boy." Ms Harbourne rested a hand on my bottom then addressed the room. “Hello ladies. Tonight is special milking.” The women stopped their conversations and all looked at us. “As you know, we have to grow this community slowly and carefully and we weren’t planning to recruit more men for at least a few more months but then Bradley found us and we had no choice.” This drew applause and a few cheers. “I know many of you were hoping for the chance to adopt Bradley but his wife, Melanie, followed him here and is now his mommy.” Some of the women expressed their disappointment at this. Small groups began to reform and animated conversations broke out.. “Ladies, please. This is best for Bradley. Remember, we want him to be happy with us.” Ms Harbourne waited for the chatter to die down. “Also, Melanie brought Robert with her.” She stroked my cheek affectionately. “No woman has a claim to him yet and he has promised to give everyone a chance to babysit him before he accepts any proposals.” I stared down at my hands as the women clapped and commented on this. I could feel them all looking at me, at my dick, at my balls, at my bare bottom. “So I hope you’ll all make Melanie and Robert feel welcome.” She tapped on the bracelet. “Now let’s get started.” I felt her fingers caressing my thigh, moving gradually toward my dick. By the time she reached it, I was already hard. “I knew you’d enjoy this.” She whispered as she traced her fingers up and down my member. “You’re going to be very happy as someone’s obedient diaper boy. Aren’t you?” She moved her hand to cup my balls, making me crave move stimulation. “Aren’t you?” She repeated the question. It was clear that she wanted me to agree before she would continue. I knew I should refuse but her hand was right here. I needed it wrapped around my cock. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “Good boy.” Her hand took hold of my member and began sliding up and down. She started slowly but gradually picked up the pace. Before long, my hips were moving involuntarily, trying to increase the feeling. I moaned with pleasure and heard some of the women giggle at this but I didn’t care. Eventually, Ms Harbourne asked “Are you ready to climax?” “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I desperately wanted to. “Are you going to be a good boy and stay in diapers?” She maintained her rhythm, pumping her hand up and down. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I would have agreed to anything at that point. “I want to hear you say it.” She insisted. “I’ll be a good boy and stay in diapers.” I proclaimed. “And wet your diapers?” She continued. “And wet my diapers.” I willed my body to cum but it refused to obey. “And go poopy in your diapers?” With her free hand, she began playing with my throbbing balls. “And go poopy in my diapers.” I shouted desperately. She released my balls to tap her bracelet. “Good boy.” I groaned as waves of pleasure radiated out from my cock while it squirted of cum onto the table beneath me. Ms Harbourne kept tugging until I was done. It was the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had. The echoes of the feeling continued to run through my body as she took out a baby wipe and gently cleaned the end of my dick. She then wiped my cum off the table beneath me. “Okay Honey. You can lay down now." I lowered myself onto the table and rolled onto my back. As I caught my breath and enjoyed the fading ecstasy, Ms Harbourne slid a clean diaper under my bottom and pulled it up between my legs. As she fastened the tapes, I could tell without looking that it was one of the extra-thick night-time diapers. "All ready to go poopy." An unfamiliar woman's voice teased as I felt someone patting my diaper between my legs. This was followed by a few giggles. Snapping back to reality, I became aware of a group of women standing around me. Realising the performance I had just given them, I blushed all over and hid my face behind my hands. “I can’t wait to babysit him.” Came another voice.”He’s adorable.” “Could use a bit more exercise though.” Someone’s fingers poked my belly. “Okay.” Ms Harbourne interrupted. “It’s bedtime for the boys.” Uncovering my face, I saw she was holding one of the baby-blue footed bodysuits. The women parted and allowed her to slide my legs into the fluffy fabric. She then helped me up from the table and I saw that Brad, Ian and Andy were already zipped into identical outfits. Ms Harbourne finished dressing me. “Say goodnight to the ladies, Robert.” “Goodnight.” I said, timidly then Ms Harbourne ushered me, the other men and their mommies outside. “Hey, Robert.” Brad fell in beside me on the path away from the milking shed. “I’m really sorry I hit you, I know you had no choice. Thanks for pretending to feel sick so you could stop.” I glanced at Ms Harbourne, worried that she might have heard about my dishonesty but she was occupied, conversing with Ms Clarke ar the front of the group. “I’m glad you appreciated it. I had to have a checkup which ended with Dr Patel’s fingers up my butt.” Having got my attention, Brad slowed, allowing the gap between us and the others to grow. “She does seem to have a thing about butts.” He commented uncomfortably before changing the subject. “I’ve been thinking about how we can get out of here. You’re good with computers, that’s how you found me, right?” “Yeah.” I watched the others in front of us for any sign they could hear our conversation. “Well these prostate chips and the bracelets they use to control them, they have to be like computers or have computers in them or something.” He looked at me, hoping I would confirm this. “I guess.” I finally saw where he was going with this. “Wait. You think I can hack them? We don’t know anything about them.” “Everyone involved with this crazy group lives in this town. Whoever invented these things must be here too.” He reasoned. “And I’d bet all of their blueprints and other stuff is here too.” At the front of the group, Ms Harbourne stopped. We had reached her house. She turned to look at Me and Brad. “I’m glad that you two have made up but now it’s time for bed.” “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I said quickly. “Goodnight Brad.” “Yeah.” He replied. “Goodnight.” Inside, Ms Harbourne stripped me back down to my diaper. “Did you enjoy the milking?” She led me to the living room. “It looked like you did.” I didn’t know what to say to that so I remained silent. Fortunately, she didn’t insist on an answer. She just got her boobs out and sat on one of the sofas. Knowing what that meant, I climbed on and began nursing. With my head cradled in her arm and her warm milk beginning to fill my stomach, I felt relaxed and it began to be difficult to keep my eyes open. I was barely awake as she moved me to her other breast and didn’t last much longer after that. I was woken by her moving me off her breast. “That ones empty too.” I must have kept nursing in my sleep. “Let’s get you into your cot, sleepyhead.” As Ms Harbourne led me by the hand, I realised I’d done something else in my sleep too. My diaper felt heavy. “I think I’m wet.” I observed, groggily as we entered the nursery. “You’ll be fine until morning.” She put me into the cot and locked me in. “Goodnight, Robert.” “Goodnight, Ms Harbourne.” I yawned. As I tried to find a comfortable sleeping position, I considered what Brad had said. These chips inside us must be running some sort of code. If I could find a way to reprogram them, we’d be out of diapers and free. However, a question rattled uncomfortably around in my head. Did I really want that?

Ch6. A new day or a Bad start doesn't mean you cant win. The night didn't go well. When I arrived home I was wet, I hadn't remembered doing that. I chalked it up to the pill, though it made me a little grumpy, I decided I could stay in it, sat on my porch drinking and thinking. The pleasure pill took the edge off of anything negative I thought, it allowed me to have a good clear perspective, I believed. Those thoughts kept filtering back to today. Cindy and the waitress had been completely ok with diapers and seemed even more ok with being manhandled by the giants. Could it really be true? Could littles be ok with those maternal/paternal starved monsters? It was beginning to seem that way. In any case, Tina's smile always brought me back to a good place. I need to see it again. Even with the beer and the pill, I spent the night tossing and turning, nightmares and wonderful dreams of both Cindy and Tina. Everytime I would wake up it felt like hands were lulling me back to sleep. When the sun came up I called my mobster of a boss to say I wouldn't be in. "Hello mister Handicraft, I'm sorry but I won't be in today I am feeling under the weather." "Oh really?" Came the reply. "Do you think I don't know you're going to go out and play all day? You Littles can't be trusted at all. I'm not going to give you a break. What's even wrong with you?" I had not prepared my speech very well and I stammered into it. "Well you see, I'm not feeling all that well, and umm l, I mean my stomach is out of sorts, and uhhh I just can't make it to the office." He wasn't going to fall for that one. "That's bologna, if you really are feeling that bad and can't get here I'll send the car. Better be telling the truth, I see an attitude adjustment in your future if not." A little shaken, I changed the sodden diaper I had on and tried my best to figure it all out before the car got to me, but the fact it felt like someone was giving me a foot massage with every step made it hard to think. In the end I had nothing even after the ride into the office. Mr Handicraft, looked me over, " you don't appear to have any problems." There was anger in his voice. I quickly stammered out "my stomach is on my inside." I should have known better. It was not even possible to think that wasn't going to go badly. Smart off to the manager of the littles support team. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my cubicle. "Little one, if you ever talk to me like that again, you will have the rest of your pathetic life to regret it. I'll chalk this up to that upset stomach you keep lying to me about, but so help me. One more screw up and I'll have you in the crib in my office, pushing your insides out until the dogs come home." I was already trembling, I was too concerned to move, my mind had gone blank. Where he'd grabbed me it had felt like he was caressing me. I felt fear and comfort from it. My head couldn't process it. So I sat staring at him like I'd lost all rational thought. Mr. Handicraft seemed to notice, and his paternal care side kicked in a little. "You ok, sport? You look like the world doesn't make sense anymore." Boy was that an understatement. "You know what, I think you do need an adjustment, but not the same one I wanted to give you. Come with me, little guy." The gentler tone didn't fix my emotional state any. "Yes sir." I stumbled out and plodded along behind him. The diaper I was wearing felt 3 times its normal size. We went past his office to the little care lounge, which was really a discipline room in disguise. My fear peaked while my shoulders relaxed from the messaging they felt like they were getting. I stopped in the door, was he going to Spank me? Or put me in time out? Either way he was going to find out about the diapers I am wearing. Seeing me stop, he turned. "It's alright. No punishments, it may not be pleasant but it will fix that little tummy of yours." He immediately walked to the enema station, I had never been misfortunate enough to be subject to one of these. I was beckoned in. "It'll be over fast, and I'll make the settings as comfortable as possible, and no diapers even. Sound fair?" No, but I didn't have a choice did I? "Alright big guy, let's get those pants off." For obvious reasons, I hesitated, he did not however, and went straight for pantsing me. And there it was, my shame on display. Needless to say, Mr. Handicraft was a little shocked. "Where did those come from? In your interview we asked if you were potty trained. Why are you in diapers?" I started to cry, it was all too much. Everything felt like I was in heaven but it was all going to hell. I looked down and the front of the diaper had damning evidence of its own there. "You know company policy, only adults work here, crying, wetting your diapers, does that sound like an adult? You're still getting that enema." Pulling the diaper off in one swift motion not even bothering with the tapes, he shoved me on the enema chair and flipped a switch. Immediately I was cuffed down. I began pleading and begging. I was ignored. A nozzle found its way from under the sink to under the chair. At no point could it have been called gentle or nice, but it felt nice because of the pill. The overstimulation sent me into new waves of sobs. At that instant the nozzle pushed itself into me and began pumping. I cried in ecstasy and fear, Mr Handicraft began to lecture me. "Do you think it's OK to lie? Hmm? This is unacceptable behavior. I have a mind to see if I can have you declared a child so you can be adopted and properly raised. Why even the worst brats know better than to lie." He went on while I was filled with dreadful and yet terribly wonderful enema fluid. Once it finished he picked me up and put me on the changing table. There was no powder or loving touch in it at all. Just stuffed into a new diaper. This one much fluffier and wider, it would be hard to walk. I was carried, my shame on display to Mr. Handicrafts office and thrown, literally, into the crib there. My bag and laptop tossed in beside me. "Work from there, I'll reconsider your punishment for lying if you do well today. If not, well, the paddle will get some use." My world was upside down. It took 10 minutes to stop the tears, each sob shook my body and caused waves of comfort in the middle of my despair. It was causing me to be overwhelmed and my mind couldnt process anything. I knew what was waiting for me, I couldn't do anything to prevent it. First I was going to go through this enema, and be left here in it. Then I was going to be here until he came back and spanked me into oblivion. My head began to race, and I started to panic. My mind lost all traction against the problem and I started into hysterics. I didnt deserve this. How had it all gone wrong? Why was this happening? I didn't do anything wrong. My thoughts were going a million miles a minute. I was going to be here until Mr. Handicraft ruined me. I'd never see Tina's smile again. That stopped my hysterical tirade. Her face, I wanted her so badly. it sounded weird in my head even then in the midst of it all. But the thought of her calmed me immediately. My fear was still there but I knew she'd come save me, I knew she would save me, she had seemed to want me so badly. But How would she find me? especially if that oaf of a troll takes me to be declared unfit. He could have me adopted in a week. I could get to her before then. All I had to do was wait for the pill to finish and then… Wait the button! She said push it and she would come! She never said I needed to wait. My stomach roared in agreement. I spent several seconds fighting back, I went into my bag and found where I'd left it. Holding it I flipped the cover up and there shining was a big red button, all I had to do was push it. I only hesitated for a moment. It felt like a huge relief and a terror at the same time. Like I'd pulled myself to safety from a bear to find myself fighting a lion. At least the lion seemed to want good things for me. At that moment my stomach gave out, and so the inevitable end came. The whole enema came crashing into my diaper. I broke laying there sobbing, my hope gone. I could only wait… __________________________ Tina was at lunch when the warning alert came in. Blaring from 3 places, her watch, phone and tablet all went crazy. It was her special project, he had hit the button. At first she was worried, but something slowed her down. With a sly smile she thought, he was probably in a wet diaper and didn't know what to do with it. She laughed and shook her head, silly little baby. He needed her for everything, he just didn't know it yet. Looking at the tablet, he wasn't far. The GPS tracker had the button at his work. Strange, I thought he would have stayed home today. It was his MO. That old coot of a boss of his probably bullied him into the office. I'll go check on the baby. Paying her tab with the auto function on the table, she left at a brisk walk. 2 blocks down and three left. It was a nicer day, a little warm for her but she usually was warm. Arriving at the office, something just felt off. Second floor, his cubicle was the second row, 5th door down. He wasn't there, her heart leapt. Where was he? Looking at the tracker again it pointed right to that morons office. Charles Handicraft, if he had done anything… Tina swore then and there he'd be working in the ice fields managing penguins. Charles was going to regret ever taking his first breath before she was done. Breaking into his office was as simple as pushing the door open. The man had a propensity to harm littles, like most littles loved sweets, he loved hurting them. She was going to hurt him. Charles wasn't there, but in the crib she could see a figure. Sure enough it was her boy. There was an obvious odor. Not good! That means the pill had been interrupted and likely overloaded his system. He was probably all but delirious. "Tina..help me" he mumbled. That oaf Charles may have even done the hard work for her. He was still going to get his just deserts. Picking up the little she could smell the mess already there. He melted to her and her heart felt whole again. He probably wouldn't remember this but she sure would. Turning to go, Charles was standing there looking like he might pass out all on his own. To him Tina looked like a demon coming for his soul. "Charles" She growled, almost sounding demonic, "you will pay for this. You don't even know what you have done. I assure you though, you will regret this day." "Ms. Tina! What a surprise? I mean you told me to treat him like normal, like he wasn't anything special. He talked back and lied to me. Told me his stomach hurt. He was trying to play me for a fool. This was justice." "The one just thing in this is that you may have done what I needed done, but the ends don't justify the means you use to get there. You will regret this day!" With that she carried her precious cargo out the door, hailed a cab and went to the clinic the coalition had established. She needed to counter the pill, and fast. Ch 7 The Beginning or the End I woke up in pain, not much but it was there. My head was still swimming, she was there. Like an angel, I didn't remember much after pressing the button but I remember her silhouette when the door opened. She seemed an angel, perfect and powerful. "Im sorry." I whispered. Her eyes moved to me and she smiled, moving the hair out of my face and caressing me like I was a small child. It was ok with me, if it helped her feel better in the moment. The least I could do was sit there and allow her to play with my head. "Sweety, there is no need to apologize. I had already told that rat of a man to not harass you. He apparently didn't listen. Anyway, I'm already working on it, he will be moved to a penguin habitat in the frozen lands far away. I promised him as much when we left." She seemed to relax, "speaking of, what do you remember?" "I remember trying to get out of work by saying my stomach felt bad. Mr Handicraft didn't like that. He sent the company car to pick me up. When I got there he discovered I was wearing a diaper and decided an enema would fix it. He wouldn't stop. Said I lied to him and he would teach me to not lie. He left me in the crib and told me to do my work, but the pill kept making me feel good and I felt bad and everything got crosswired and I panicked. I'm so sorry I hit the button early." " shhhh shhh shhh, it's ok" She cooed trying to calm my frantic response. "It's not your fault. It's good you pushed the button, otherwise the pill may have hurt you. When the enema was introduced it likely forced the entire pill to be consumed. In that scenario we are lucky it wasn't worse. The doctors say you will recover fully." She continued reassuringly "the side effects should wear off in the next few hours and you can go home or…" She had stopped instead of pushing forward. What was she up to? "Or what? Please tell me." "Or you could come with me, if you don't want to be alone. I have space for you at my home. My little one and I would welcome the company. We could also spend sometime talking about what you want." Why did that sound fantastic? She had saved me after all, maybe it was influencing my thoughts. Maybe I just wanted to be with her. "You don't have to decide now. Just think about it." "I want to." I blurted out. "What?" She seemed stunned. "I guess it feels safer, he was going to hurt me, but.. you saved me." It all sounded right, it played like a horror film in my head but it sounded right. Her smile came with a tear of joy. "You will be most welcome. We will leave as soon as the doc clears you, we can go grab some clothes for you on the way." She paused, " if you change your mind it's ok." "How long have I been asleep?" "About 18 hours, you had me worried there for a bit." Worried about me? Why? No one worries about me anymore. Ever since my parents vanished probably in hiding or something, I had never had anyone care for me. She held my hand for the next ten minutes talking to me about how I was a mess. I felt very childish with her but it was good. She had done so much for me in the past few hours. When the doctor came in he did a couple more tests, and cleared me to leave. Telling Tina I likely needed to stay diapered for a few more hours. Maybe overnight for a couple days. The mess in my system was a little bit more than I should/could probably handle. There was a clear warning before he left. No A.S.S for at least 4 days or until all side effects had ended. I laughed, Tina told me I was acting like a little boy, the doc smiled and said all littles find it funny. We went by my house and gathered a few things, clothes, toiletries and such and headed out. Tina said we needed to stop by the store for some supplies, all she had at home was for girls, and no boy wanted that. So off we went to a general store and grabbed a few things to make sure I had boy things and diapers that were white instead of cutesy. I had made an argument for no diapers but the fact I was standing in a wet one that had only been put on me 20 minutes ago defeated anything I had going for me. We arrived at Tina's house shortly before dark. It was almost like a fairy tale. The sun was setting and it shined on her house like it was trying its best to light it up. There were flowers in the front of the not so modest two story brick home. The car pulled in and I could see the backyard had a playset and a nice patio. It felt like a comfortable place. "We're here" Tina quipped as she began getting out of the car. She came around and helped me get out, having to ride in a special seat irked me but what are you going to do? Especially when you can do little more than walk. *sniff sniff* "uh oh, someone needs a change. Let's get you upstairs and settled, I'll run you a hot bath so you can relax and play." I hadn't noticed the mess, this was getting beyond annoying. A bath would be most welcome. I must have shown how upset it made me because Tina reminded me "Remember the doctor said it would pass. All you have to do is keep it clean for a few hours and it'll show me the side effects are over. "I don't ever want another blue pill." I pouted, Tina bent down to my level. That beautiful face inches from mine and said "I'm sorry this happened. Because it did, I will care for you until it passes. This wasn't what I wanted to happen but now that it has, can we try to make the best of it?" I was back in that crib again mentally, I started to cry and for some reason I leaned forward and into Tina's arms, who wisely didn't pick me up, she just held me there on the driveway. When I backed away I could see she had been crying a little too. What was I to this woman? A toy? A project? A baby? Nothing conventional seemed to fit. She treated me respectfully but also seemed to push my needs ahead of my wants, especially when I put my wants ahead of my needs. Maybe I am her needs, that thought rocked my world. What could I fulfill that she needed? That would have to wait because Tina was apparently ready to move inside. "My little girl will be so happy to see you, she has been worried sick since I sent her a message saying you were hurt. Anyway, she always gets excited when someone might join our coalition." She kept going on and on, but I zoned out. This grassroots "coalition" movement seemed to have some momentum. Even scarier, it had power. If she could just get my boss sent to the frozen tundra on her whim she definitely held some sway with some powerful people. Or maybe she had that power herself. I didn't know but it gave me a little anxiety. "Baby girl, we are home!!" Tina announced our entry to the house. A disembodied voice answered from somewhere. "Yay, mommy you're home!" Tina responded, "I'll come check on you in just a second sweetheart, I need to get our guest settled." "OK, mommy" that voice sounded familiar. We went upstairs and into a room that looked like it was set for a very young child. A race car bed, and a lot of toys you would think a boy would want. Dinosaurs on the wall and even a TV screen for something was on the dresser. A changing table with stairs sat adjacent to the bed. Can't forget that now can we? "This is where you'll stay. There's a bathroom through that door. And everything you might need is in the cabinets here." She went into the bathroom and I heard the water start running. "We can get your things unpacked after the bath." She walked to the changing station and patted the top,"come on let's get you at least partly cleaned up so the bath doesn't end up being gross." Reluctantly I climbed the stairs and layed down. Flashbacks from yesterday came flowing in. Tina was gentle though, she pulled the tapes back, making soft affirming noises. Joking about how stinky I was, laughing and carrying on. She cleaned me very well, even lifted my legs herself and forced my behind into a very embarrassing view. I was obviously red faced, "you have no reason to be embarrassed." Walking to the bathroom with a naked me she turned the water off and asked, "would you like to sit on the potty for a few minutes first?" "No, I'll be fine." The bath had bubbles and smelled like she had put a perfume in it. "I'll let you soak a bit, make sure to wash well before I get back or I'll have to do it myself." It sounded both menacing and joking, but I took her seriously. Climbing into the gigantic tub, the water only came so high but it was all right for me. The water felt a little too warm, as I sat down though I adjusted to it. I went ahead and washed as well as I could, the chance of mishap was too costly. I didn't want to wash with my urine. Settling in I relaxed, ignoring the toys and stuff. I began to drift away and think, trying to just organize my thoughts. This had started like any encounter with an Amazon, forced into a position of babyfication. But it had been for pleasure and not for pain or punishment. It had been disconcerting to lose control immediately like that, even if it had been temporary. Those pills though, I wasn't addicted, at least I didn't feel like I was. It was more like it was my absolute favorite thing to eat and it was sitting in front of me, something I hadn't eaten for months. In my defense the green ones were pretty killer. Literally in the case of the blue one. Supposedly there were 2 more, sure enough they'll make me lose everything. I suppose they will have some crazy other variations like the blue one did. I'm sure Tina will offer them soon enough. At least she will have to wait for a couple days. Tina came back in what felt like a few minutes, but she insisted it was almost 30. She had had to clean up after the girl in the house, apparently she had made a mess trying to get dinner ready. She held out a big towel, protecting my modesty, which seemed odd since she had already seen, cleaned and been way touchy with my intimates. "Let's hurry so there is no messy mess, ok? No one wants that, do we?" Quickly wrapping me up she seemed to go into auto mode. Picking me up and whisking me out of the bathroom. "Hey! Wait a minute!" I yelped. She paused and sat me down, "sorry there, I know I should have asked, now hurry up on the table please." Up on the table she quickly went to work and began drying me off. My face went red immediately, she got out a few bottles and selected one, on it I could only read "scented oil." "This oil is to help keep your skin soft, it also has a calming scent. It'll help you rest. I'll also use a powder to help keep you feeling drier and more comfortable." She moved to the powder and applied it very deftly. By the time she finished I was feeling a little bit better, but the next part was what I feared most. "I know you don't want this right now, but I don't have a choice. I want to make it as good of an experience as I can." Cleaning her hands with a wipe she pulled a white rectangle out and unfolded the damnable diaper. She fluffed it so it would have a little less resistance and be more comfortable. My legs and powdered bottom went up and slid a pillow under me, or at least it felt that way. Soft and thick. "Now I know these aren't your standard diaper, and they tend to be thicker due to you needing it all night, but it's the right choice for right now." It felt like a truck was being parked between my legs, it was huge. She taped the diaper closed with expert level skill, it wasn't rumpled or loose or too tight. It was perfectly done. Reaching for one more thing she pulled out what looked like a shirt, but with buttons. A onesie? It was a plain gray but still, a onesie!! "Do I have to?" "Ofcourse, it'll keep the diaper in place and stop leaks in the night. Now no fighting please. Arms up!" She started sternly but ended cheerfully. Buttoning it in the crotch she sat me up, motioning for a hug. I had to admit she had done a good job, it was very comfy for a diaper. Realizing I was sitting there staring at my crotch, I looked up and accepted her embrace dispassionately. She held on tight and said, "I know it's been a rough day, and you've been through quite the ordeal. It's over now, let's go eat dinner and get an early night. I think I managed to salvage the mess maker's dinner." "Mommy?," I heard from just outside the door. I looked over in time to see the cracked door open and a familiar face appeared. I must have reacted somehow, because Tina let go of the hug and looked down at my face. I was stunned, there in a diaper and onesie of her own stood the girl my mind could not forget. "Cindy..." was all I could muster.

We're getting close to the end of what I've originally written, even though I still have lots of ideas for how to continue this story. We'll see if I have the motivation to keep going after that, but I do want to thank you all for reading and reacting to my story! It means a lot to me! Chapter 4 : Rehabilitation A female voice I’m hearing for the first time wakes me up: “Miss Filion? Miss Filion? Ah I’m so happy you’re awake! My name is Soraya and I’ll be your occupational therapist!” I open my eyes and realize the owner of that voice is a woman around my mom’s age with very dark skin and a soft face. I find myself immediately trusting her without being quite sure why. Next to her is the tall, intimidating nurse I’ve somewhat become used to, by now. I know why this one is here. “Anita, you’re gonna get her ready for me?”, the newcomer asks my nurse. I’m not sure what she said, but the nurse’s reaction makes it pretty obvious. She gets close to me with wipes and a fresh diaper. By now, I’m starting to accept I have no control over my body, including my ability to hold my pee. After my nightmare and the whole crisis that followed, I think the entire staff here has decided to give me a few days (or at least what I think is a few days) to rest and get used to my new situation before introducing anything new. The regular diaper changes and the clean ups that come with them still feel infantilizing and humiliating at this point, but I prefer those over the painful alternative. I can usually feel when my diaper is wet and I find the sensation rather unpleasant. I can sometimes get the hint of a sensation right before my bladder goes and I start uncontrollably wetting myself, but usually it just takes me by complete surprise and it’s not like I can do anything to stop it anyway. After changing my “brief”, Anita proceeds to washing the rest of my body as well as applying creams to the sores on my back. I think these sores are there because I’m spending too much time lying down. Soraya, the soft spoken woman, then comes back into the room that she had left, seemingly in a bid to leave me some privacy. I’m thankful to her for that. Ever since I woke up here, I feel like people keep seeing me naked and vulnerable, and it’s definitely not something I enjoy. “Ok, so today is gonna be a big day for you, because we’re gonna try to sit up together a little bit. Dr. Brodeur and Mrs. Graton have been telling me that you were very responsive, which is gonna help us a lot. I also heard from them that you have the prettiest smile on earth! Look at yourself, they were actually right!” I don’t know what she’s saying, but her tone of voice is so soothing and familiar that I can’t help but smile. Her energy somehow reminds me a lot of my mom. When she sees my smile, her face lights up even more and I realize that I trust her entirely. She sits down next to me. She speaks very softly to me, seemingly explaining what she’s going to do. Because of the exaggerated movements she’s using at the same time as she’s talking, I think I can grasp that she’s about to move my legs. Anita, the tall nurse with the stern face, goes near my head and puts her hands on my back. I feel a moment of worry not knowing what’s about to happen, but I feel like I can trust the soft spoken woman who’s obviously in charge of this moment. Without being sure how they did it, I feel my frail body being maneuvered into a hunched over sitting position. Almost immediately, I start feeling extremely dizzy. My body rests on Anita’s strong arms as I look at Soraya with fearful eyes. I can’t hold my own head, so it’s resting against Anita’s shoulder. Soraya seems to be speaking words of encouragement. To me it feels like I’m both about to pass out or throw up (despite still not having had any kind of food inside of me). They keep me in that position for a time that seems to stretch way longer than it probably is, until they finally let me go back to lying down in my usual partially curled up position. While still looking at me with her bright eyes, Soraya tries to explain to me: “We’re gonna have to keep sitting you up like this for a while before we can start feeding you orally again. We know eating is difficult for you, so we’re really gonna give it our best to make it work. I’m going to be coming back here with you regularly and who knows, maybe you’ll even get to have a short trip on the wheelchair!” I have no idea what she’s saying, and honestly I’m so exhausted by the work we just did that I mostly just feel like falling back asleep immediately. I still make an attempt to smile at her because I want her to know that I really enjoy her presence. As difficult as this exercise was, I really like her, and I can’t wait for her to come back. I fall asleep feeling satisfied. In the following days, I feel a little bit more aware than usual, even though my mind still feels blurry most of the time, as my vision is. My days are punctuated by waking up, getting a diaper changed, being cleaned up, getting “stimulation” visits and, of course, visits by Soraya, who has repeated the sitting up exercise a couple times with me. Unlike the peppy nurse (whom I know to be called Marie-Claude after seeing so often), Soraya has a much more authentic energy, and, most of all, an incredible softness. I feel like giving my best for her, despite not having much to do aside from letting her manipulate my tiny body. Despite this, I still try my best to show her that I’m progressing in some ways. While she’s holding me up, I try as best as I can to also hold my own body, as futile as it usually is. Despite the futility of it, I do feel like my body is slowly getting used to being in a sitting position. I also get to see my mom regularly, since she’s always been very present since my day one of being awake. Her presence always feels magical to me, and it always breaks my heart a little bit when she has to leave. I wish I could tell her how much I like Soraya, and tell her about the progress I’m working so hard to achieve. Instead all I can do is babble and moan like a baby as she speaks to me in words I mostly can’t understand. I wish she would meet Soraya, and see me when she’s working with me. I wish she could see that I’m making progress, however tiny it is.

Not enough visitors, so it was depressed.

My first time I was reluctant to put a finger up in there, but I found something I wouldnt mind tossing if I used it there, I went with a sharpie marker, maybe around half an inch in diameter, I wrapped it inside of a plastic grocery bag, slathered some lotion on it and went to town, I did enjoy it, I got spooked about the possibility of the sharpie exploding like pens do so I ordered my first plug of similar diameter. I then tried a vibrating half inch anal bead thingy that an amazon seller was selling for just under $10usd which may have been a price error as soon after it was up to nearly $50usd. I have worked up to 1 inch diameter plugs, I am now looking into training aids to try and get past an inch because I have a 1.25in vibrating plug that I cant get into me fully yet. Along this time I have eventually used a finger in there every now and then and now have no issue covering up my toys that will get poo on them. Sliding a finger or plug in and out repeatedly is also fun.

Ch.4 Standing outside the building, I could see the corporation named "Building better lives." It was an odd sort of place, the symbol with 2 concentric circles and a heart around them was emblazoned beside the door, the image itself almost as tall as a little. It wasn't easy to miss. How had they gotten away without ever being talked about before? What was this coalition all about? Littles and amazons would stream in and out talking to each other. Not in the usual badgering that came with amazons but almost like both sides wanted to talk. Mustering all my courage, I crossed the street to go in and see what I could find. As I reached the turn style door it swung and a little came flying out. Well maybe not flying but definitely faster than I was expecting, and well, she ran me over. Trying to gather myself back together I sat up, noticing the woman that had hit me, she was a brunette wearing a nice business coat and skirt that was currently riding up a bit. As she sat up collecting herself I saw a very plainly obvious childrens pattern on her underwear. A DIAPER?! My mind reeled with confusion. Why would she be in a diaper and have a job? If she had been adopted then…? She seemed to notice my confusion, and that I had noticed her secret. "It's OK, its not really a secret around here." Her voice was gentle and caring, it sounded like honey to me. I had never really wanted to date much, if you had someone and the monsters took you from them, I didn't want to hurt anyone like that, or be hurt like that for that matter, but I knew I wanted to know her more. Her voice snapped me back to the present, "were you going to go inside? It's a pretty nice office but make sure to check in first, we really don't like people snooping around. My names Cindy, and I'd be glad to show you to the security desk if you want." "Ummm," I stammered, not really sure what to say. I hadn't planned on talking to anyone. "I don't need to, I mean I wasn't going to, it's not like that." She laughed "Don't worry I won't tell anyone. I hope I see you soon, you seem like a curious person. Well, I do need to get going, I have to be home soon." With that she was off, me still sitting on the curb bewildered. I walked down the street so thoroughly confused I wasn't sure what to do. I must be going crazy, seeing things maybe. Cindy, she had been quite eye-catching, I think I developed a crush instantly. I really needed to get it out of my head though. She had a mommy or a daddy, no little that didn't would wear a diaper like that if they were free. Even if she'd actually had a real reason to be in them, it would have been plain or with a more sophisticated pattern on it. What was more confusing was that she was wearing adult clothes. She seemed to have a job here. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going until I looked up and saw that I was only 2 blocks from the bakery Tina had mentioned. I am NOT GOING! But.. I was… or rather I had walked myself here. Subconsciously or deliberately or even accidentally I had walked myself here. I stopped across from the bakery, watching, waiting, wondering, worrying. There she was, back to a wall, at a table outside the bakery, as pretty as she was the night she abducted me and started me down this nightmare. Why was I still here? Why wasn't I running? She had a natural beauty, not something in a bottle or loads of makeup. She was wearing a dress, loose at the bottom and form fitting at the top. She was endowed just like most of the Amazons, but it fit her. She seemed elegant and relaxed. While I was watching she smiled, even laughed a little, picked her phone up, typed something in and set it down, her smile never leaving her face. My phone dinged an alert. Impossible, she couldnt have known! It was a text, sure enough it was her. "I see you cutey, are you playing detective? Come over and have a drink or a cookie or something." Could I run now? She could easily catch me, what with the giant legs she had. Had she just made a good guess? No way, this woman never guessed, maybe a slight gamble but never guessed. She was too sure of herself. What to do? My heart was pounding as I took off my glasses and cap. No use hiding anymore. Her smile broadened, it seemed to light up her face, it felt comforting and I felt like I wanted to see that face more and more. She motioned like you would to a small scared child, showing she meant no harm. Really though, what harm could she cause out here in such a public place? What is wrong with me?! She's a behemoth! She only wants to torture me to soothe some kind of manic desire. What am I going to do? There's no simple fix, but that smile, I want that smile more, I want to see it aimed at me! I was halfway across the street before I realized I had even moved. Realizing that fact I stopped, Tina had looked down at her phone and didn't see that I had stopped until a car blew its horn at me. She was up in a flash! She left her table and was beside me. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Do you need any help?" What was going on? I was too startled to respond. Yelling at the car, she ushered me to the sidewalk. "I am sorry if I startled you, I was worried that the car might hurt you." She SEEMED genuinely concerned. "I.. I'm alright, I guess." She looked amused at that. "You guess? Are you worried I will hurt you? I promise I will only ever act in the interest of both our desires." There it was again, that cryptic talk that both amazon and little could live happily, in harmony and coexist. "How can you do that? How can you want what I want?" "I didn't say that, now did I? Sometimes the best way to live is for someone else." It was not getting less confusing yet, "this isn't helping." She smiled a pitying smile, one that seemed to understand my plight. " I can tell you a lot more today than I have told you so far, and I will. What I would like to do though is let you ask questions first, allow you to catch up then I will tell you more." My first question came out so fast I didn't have time to consider it. "What did you do to me?" Oops! I should not have been so rude. Without batting an eye she responded gently, "I haven't done anything permanent, no addictions or brainwashing, no hypnosis or alterations. I don't plan to yet. The A.S.S pills you have used are exactly what you have experienced. There are 4 variants to the pills, which we will discuss later. There are some more lasting ones but again we will talk about them before you ever even see one." Could she be telling the truth? This all seemed so open, honest. Why? "How long have you been watching me?" "I've had my eyes on you for about 2 years. This is the first time I have had time to get to you and devote myself to rewarding you. We like to get to know the littles we interact with quite well before revealing everything to them." "Who is we?" She only paused for a moment before reaching into her purse and pulling a piece of paper out. "This agreement is simply to say that if you decide not to move forward with us that we can remove the memories of who we are, you would not remember any of this. It also requires you to keep the coalition a secret from anyone. That means in writing or speech you cannot communicate who we are. Before I tell you more I need you to sign this." She pushed the paper to me with an etch pen. "While you read it, I can order you a cookie and milk if you'd like? My treat?" She sounded so enthusiastic on that last question I almost agreed. "Oh, no need to be worried, if I wanted to poison you or anything I could have done so already." Made sense, I gave a nod of my head and that blessed smile came back. My heart felt warm and welcomed again. She motioned the waitress over. "Sweetheart, this is one of our newest potentials, can you get him a glass of milk and a cookie please? Oh, and no sippee cup today I think." She beamed at me. "Oh I do hope you will join us." She seemed about to bounce off the ground, as she turned to go Tina did something completely unexpected. She checked the girls diaper, honestly I had not seen she was wearing one until the waistband was pulled out. "Let me know if you need another change, sweetheart." The tweener nodded and still beaming went to get the order. God, what was going on? She was completely there, no sign of the hypnosis or drugs that altered her mind at all. My confusion was being converted to curiosity, I didn't like it. I read every line and every word, it all seemed very simple. Phrases like "You will not speak to anyone about the coalition," "never reveal who is in the coalition," it went on, but nothing was truly overwhelming. My cookie came, it was a good one, with coconut and chocolate, perfectly baked. The tweener waitress, still smiling from ear to ear, claimed she had "made it herself, with no extra help." She seemed happy… In the end what could I do? If I ran who knows what would happen, if I signed who knew what would happen. At least I could control a little bit, so I signed. Ch5. Some Answer's Tina's smile only seemed to grow warmer as I signed, it felt like I was going to lose my life. She began "We are a coalition of Amazon's named 'better way families.' We have existed for close to 6 years now. Our goal is to unite littles and Amazons exactly as nature intended. As parent and child" my hackles went back up, but I remained silent,"I know that's a scary thought, but the goal is to make a relationship that both sides agree is a good one. Take our good girl over here." She gestured at the waitress helping other patrons of the bakery. "We brought her in about 2 years ago, she chose this life and we helped to find an Amazon that would respect her needs as well. She needs to feel grown up at times, she wants to feel independent, she really loves to go shopping with her daddy, I'm told. Here she has a job that doesn't push her too much and allows her some independence. At home, her mommy keeps her well cared for as a baby. Loved, wanted, and safe. She can be what she really is." Winding down, Tina looked at me questioningly. Something was gnawing at my mind. "How many littles have you brought into the coalition?" I asked. "Oh, I stopped counting, but if I had to guess it would be close to a 100. No one has been as successful as I have, but we all work together." The number left me stunned. Tina kept going. "We use the offices we have deals with not only to run the corporations that cover our project but also we use them to identify littles like you, my beautiful boy. This arrangement gives us jobs to dole out to littles that need them as well it gives us considerable income." "This sounds too much like a scam." I replied half to myself. Tina laughed, "I'm sure it does to you, Amazons have done nothing but lie and cheat and hurt you." That last seemed to almost be said in tears. "You see, my precious one, I have been watching you so much I've grown quite fond of you, and honestly I want to hurt those that hurt you, and repair the damage they did." It all seemed too much for me. I had seen enough that I needed to ask, "so why am I here?" "Because I want you, I want you as my little. I won't lie to you." There it was the catch, my stomach turned. "Remember, I would never go too far for you." "So if I say no?" She immediately teared up, "then we would go to the office, wipe any memory of us and you'd be free to go." I had just signed the agreement… Still wiping her eyes, "but I hope you choose different, I hope you will think on it, but as a reward I have brought you a choice." Reaching once again into her bag, she pulled out a familiar green bottle and and a blue bottle. "Remember I mentioned there were variations to the pleasure pills? Here is your first variation. The green you have had quite a good taste of. The blue however, is new. Let me explain it; it is a longer release, it will take 2 or three days to fully go through your system. The effects and the side effects are weaker, instead of it being a complete wash of reality, it gives the user a good sense of happiness and pleasure for multiple days. It's purpose is to be a longer but gentler one. You will lose control again but only on the last night, until then you will be constipated. So yes a diaper will be needed." Lots of info right there. She wasn't done though, "I will let you pick which one I give you." My eyes locked in on the pills, I was willing and wanting, I couldn't help myself. The obvious choice was the blue one, even a fraction of the green over multiple days? Who would be dumb enough to choose a few minutes over a few days? Especially when it didn't end with me on the floor covered in feces. "I want the blue one" too fast! I had played my hand at how desperately I wanted this. Tina only smiled, "one more thing though, I get to give it to you, diaper you, and clean you up. Deal? I know you skipped and destroyed the last one so I am making it part of the deal." Why not? I'm already a stark blind moron, why not take the next step into foolishness? "If I have to." I replied. And anyway she'd already done it once… Ch.5. The process or the possibilities Tina started, "I'll be fast and gentle, i promise." Quickly and deftly unfastened my pants. We had moved to the changing room of the bakery so she could do the deed. Once my pants were no longer an obstacle she quickly put on some powder, stating "we can't have you ruining your experience with a rash on that patootie, can we?" "These will come off whenever you need them to." My bottom was lifted and a diaper placed there. The long awaited pill was inserted up my bum, and like magic turning into lubricant straight away. Tina pulled it between my legs and I had never felt more defeated. Being taped in I remained quiet and embarrassed, but Tina was perfectly happy, "Now my little boy, isn't that comfy? All ready for his big adventure. Such a cute little one." "Now this one will take longer to activate but will not take as long as it will for you to get home, so I will call you a cab. One last thing, when you finally do reach the end of the pill, no matter where you are, push this button." Handing me a device, it was just that: a button. "It will let me know you need me to clean you up. As well here are a few extra diapers." Handing me 4 fresh all white, pillows for my rear. "Remember you cannot sit on the potty all day, so I expect you to use these, understand me?" Taking a very motherly tone, I nodded. I wasn't going to even try avoiding it since she had already figured out how I had skipped the last one. Placing them in a carry all she handed it and a few other supplies to me. Called me a cab and as it pulled up she bent down and surprised me with a hug. "I hope we will be together again soon." At first I resisted the hug, but it felt good to be held and so I allowed it. By the time the cab pulled up to my house the pill had taken full effect, it was not nearly as intense but I felt like I was enjoying a message all the time. It was wonderful. I was really looking forward to the next couple days. Oddly enough, I wanted to see Tina again. I was already missing her, and I couldn't get Cindy out of my head either. Both faces fought for my attention, my thoughts. It wasn't fair, it had only been 2 days, why was I like this? Honestly I was starting to not care. I had been alone long enough. I wanted some life in my life, maybe I was just craving that. I decided I would call in sick tomorrow, I needed to clear my head. Tonight though, I'd have a beer and sit on the porch like I had planned 2 days ago. ________________ Tina went home smiling and almost overjoyed, she needed to keep her wits. She still had to go to work and do other things for a couple days. She had been right about him. She knew it. He hadn't asked for both pills, so he wasn't greedy, he hadn't gone for green again, so he wasn't after instant gratification. It was going to be perfect, he was looking for the long haul. She was still going to have to redden that butt for tossing the first diaper though, but not yet, not until he was ready for her. There would be three happy people when this ended, Tina, Cindy, and her new baby boy. She swore to herself right then and there she would convince him, no matter what. He would call her mommy, she would call him baby boy. None but Cindy had ever made her this delirious before. She needed him on her hip, breastfeeding from her, cuddling to her chest, all of it. The dream almost made her knees weak. He would call her mommy…

I was a member of this site awhile back but dont remember the email or user name i used when i signed up before ive been incontinent since i was 13 it seems to stop and come back on ots own when i was 13 it would only happen at night but as the years progressed it started happening during the day. Every doctor ive seen has told me its stress or in my head… heres the thing ive been having so much teounle finding a new job since inwas fired by a company i worked for back in 2019 and ive been more stressed because of it my credit has been destroyed i was working an on call job but they dont call no more. So anyways these last few months have been even more stressful because all the savings i had is dwindling down to nothing. And im unsure how to pay my car payment or bills i do have still but the part that im more stressed that has me questioning things the doctors say is i havent had a single day or nifht time accident in months and as i said im supppper stressed… and to top it all off yesterday i over heard my mother on the phone talking about how she feels about me my sister and my brother. And it made me so suicidal that i went out to my garage and was going to hang my self but then i snapped out of that thinking and just smashed some boards to let out that feeling… i dont live with my mom i bought a house for us to live in as room mates and my brother as well just to make that known.. my point is that even being this stressed i still havent had any issues but no doctor ive seen wants to do anything to help…. Well thanks for reading or not reading injust needed a place to get stuff off my chest other then putting my problems on Facebook for my family and feiends to give me crap about.

BTW- Chapter names are just there as placeholders. It's kind of the first thing that pops in my head when I get to the next part. What should I do? Even though she didn’t say it, my mom thought I was wetting myself on purpose. Did she really mean it when she said that I wasn’t potty-trained? I was especially mad when she said that I was acting like a little kid, and she wanted my aunt to treat me like I was a baby. I couldn’t believe it when she said that I might stay in diapers a lot longer than just the summer. I wondered why I did this in the first place. I wished I’d never pooped my pants. I didn’t do that on purpose; that was a real accident. Everything would be normal if that didn’t happen. I wouldn’t have to wear Pull-ups and I wouldn’t have to sleep in a diaper. I asked myself, ‘Why did I want to pee in my diaper?’ That wasn’t an accident, nor was it when I peed my pants. I did that because I wanted to stay in diapers, which made no sense. What kid my age wants to wear diapers? Unfortunately, I didn’t feel like a typical teenager. I was a fourteen-year-old boy who was starting high school in a few months, but that’s not what I saw in the mirror. Physically, I didn’t look like a teenager. I wasn’t just small, I was undeveloped. The boys at my school bragged about their giant dicks, while mine was just a tiny bald little thing. Mine looked like it belonged to a little kid. Some of the boys in my class were shaving, but I didn’t even have peach fuzz. The friends I had in elementary school grew up, and I didn’t. I had a good friend named Jaxon; he was the only kid who knew that I wet my bed, and he kept my secret. I’m older than him, but he was always one of the bigger kids. He was always bigger, but by eighth grade, he towered over me. He was big, even for an adult. He wore size 13 shoes, and I wore size 6. We didn’t share many things in common anymore, so we stopped hanging out together. His friends were jerks anyway, so I tried to avoid them. I wanted to be cool, but I didn’t know how. I pretended to like girls, but I wasn’t really interested, at least in that way. The girls didn’t seem all that interested in me either, other than the ones who treated me like a little brother. Some kids thought I was gay, but I didn’t think about boys that way either. I just spent my time pretending that I was a famous athlete, or whatever cool thing I could think of. That’s fine when you’re nine-years-old, but not at fourteen. At first, I wanted to punish my mom for what she said. I thought about going into full baby mode. If they were going to treat me like a baby, I would become a huge brat. I would cry, throw tantrums, and do all the things that babies do when they get upset. I soon realized that wasn’t going to work, and it was better if I just proved them wrong. I had to prove that I wasn’t just some little kid who needed diapers; I was a teenager who needed independence and respect. However, that’s not who I was. My mom constantly nagged me to do my chores and then complained that I didn’t do them properly when I finally completed them. Aunt Amanda took a different route. At the end of the week, she gave me money for each chore I completed. She had to inspect it to make sure it was done correctly, but I got credit for the chore. I didn’t have to do them unless I wanted the money. It was the same for Debbie, but hers were simpler and she didn’t get as much money. I could have earned $20 for cleaning the garage, while Debbie got $1 for setting the table. At the end of the week, Debbie made three times more money than I did. I tried to be a big kid that day. I knocked a chore off the list; I vacuumed the living room. It took me four times to pass the inspection, but I finally met my aunt’s expectations. At the same time, I watched Scott happily play on the floor. He wasn’t allowed to do any chores and didn’t get an allowance. That was reserved for big kids. My aunt doted over him while changing his wet diaper, which made me jealous. I had a strange dream that night. It was about the last time I wore diapers for an extended period. I was five years old, and we went to Asia for vacation. I remember wearing diapers on the plane. I still wore diapers at night, but I didn’t wear them in the daytime anymore, and that felt weird to me. I remember that these were diapers and not Pull-ups. I had some accidents, so I had to wear diapers for the rest of the trip, which was three weeks. That’s a long time for a five-year-old. I also remember getting lost at the airport and getting put in a stroller. This wasn’t a bad memory. It was pleasant, and I didn’t care that I had to wear diapers or sit in a stroller. I woke up in a wet diaper. Having a real accident put me in a strange place. It’s hard to explain, but I used to feel special after I wet my bed. It was like a part of me was still a baby, and I didn’t want it to go away. I felt the same that morning, but I didn’t get yelled at, and I wasn’t covered in pee. After lunch, I went outside to play while my cousins took their naps. I purposely didn’t use the bathroom, and I drank two glasses of lemonade before heading outside. I was playing in a puddle when I felt the first twinge in my bladder. I told myself to let go and started to pee. I felt the warmth spread in the padding. It felt different than the cloth diapers my aunt used at night. The Pull-up was about to leak, but I kept peeing. I don’t know if my aunt was watching me, or just sensed that I had an accident. She called to me, “Tommy, come over here. I need to check your Pull-up.” I didn’t even have a chance to tell her. I was surprised, and given my condition, I was reluctant to let her see. I don’t know why I was reluctant; she was going to find out eventually. The Pull-up was close to leaking and I needed to change. How did I ever think I would get that past my aunt? I cried, “What? Why?” “You haven’t used the potty since lunch, and I need to see if you’re still dry.” I didn’t want to admit the truth. I answered, “I’m dry, and I did go. I just forgot to tell you.” “That doesn’t matter, I need to check your Pull-Up right now!” This was her no-nonsense voice, and I could tell she was out of patience. I huffed, “Ok,” and trundled over to her. I thought she would be angry when she felt my soggy Pull-up, but she wasn’t. “Oh dear, you’re wet. Is that why you didn’t want me to check?” I shot my eyes down and mumbled, “Yes.” My aunt acted like it was just an accident. “I guess you didn’t know, but you’re supposed to tell me when you have an accident sweetie. If you hide an accident again, you’ll go right back to diapers. Is that understood?” I felt guilty and looked like I was going to cry. Aunt Amanda gently hugged me and said, “It’s ok honey. Sometimes kids have accidents when they are learning to use the potty. Let’s get you cleaned up.” It was the same process that she always did, making sure to thoroughly clean and dry everything before handing me another Pull-up. She warned, “Tommy, you can’t be a big boy if you don’t use the potty. If you have any more accidents between now and Monday, we have to pause your potty training. You’ll go back to diapers.”

Yeah, if you use a standard saddle, anything and everything inside your diaper ends up on the outside. Messing on a ride while wearing mesh shorts? That was a mistake.

Oh my gosh! A sharpie was what I used my first time too! I was dared by one of my exes. 😆

Chapter 6: Knock Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Where were we? Oh yes… the mean man had shunned the Princess and she ran away crying…” Mama said as we snuggled up in my crib together, me nursing a bottle as I rested my head on her shoulder. She had forgotten to tell me the story last night, the bath was a bit too much apparently so I was put down for an early night. So to make up for it, she had decided to continue it this morning, before I got out of bed. Well mostly because I begged her until she did. “He was nasty to her!” I called out, proud that I remembered. “Yes he was, wasn’t he? Right, so the Princess ran back to the castle, crying her little eyes out as she ran through the enormous stone gateway and back into the safety of the castle, quickly rushing into her lavish bedroom. Upon hearing crying, her Mummy, the Queen, rushed into the Princess’ bedroom to see what the matter was. ‘What’s wrong, sweetpea?’ she asked.” “Hehe, you call me sweetpea too!” I commented. “I do! Because you are my little sweetpea!” I giggled and suckled at the yummy milk from my baba. “Anyway, the Princess was too busy crying to answer, so the Queen rushed over and picked up the small girl, cradling her in her arms and rocking her back and forth, soothing and calming the poor girl down. ‘What happened?’ She asked. ‘There was a man…’ The Princess responded in between sobs. ‘What man? What did he do?’ The Queen asked. ‘He was rude to me and wouldn’t be my friend!’ The Princess answered. ‘Oh baby, not everyone in this world is nice. There are mean people who won’t accept you. I know from experience.’ The Queen said, kissing the Princess on the forehead. ‘You do?’ The Princess replied.” “Buh she the Queen! She deh bestest!” “Not everyone thought that, Babykins. Some people, like that man in the town square, had more… nefarious means.” “Dat means… bad, right?” I asked, unsure as to what neffyrus meant. “Yes sweetie, it means bad. So as the Queen is comforting the Princess, there’s a knock on the door. A guard informs the Queen there’s a dangerous-looking man outside, wishing to talk to the Queen and Princess.” “Are… are dey going to go talk to him?” “The Queen doesn’t want to. She knows the trouble he brings. But the Princess’ kind heart convinces her to at least hear him out. So together, they leave the Princess’ bedroom and walk hand in hand to the throne room. There they see the grizzled man standing there, his evil eyes looking directly at them, following them around the room.” “Wha he want?” I asked. “‘I want to take that which you hold most dear.’ The man said. ‘I figured. But you shall never take her from me.’ The Queen replied. ‘Just you wait and see…’ The man said.” Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Who dat?” I asked Mama. “I… I don’t know. You stay in bed, sweetie. I’ll go see who that is, then I’ll come get you out of bed to get you some breakfast. Okay, my little Princess?” “Only if you continue deh story sooner dis time!” “Okay baby, I promise we’ll continue it tonight, or tomorrow at the latest.” Mama replied. I wiggled around in bed as Mama got up and walked out of the nursery, closing the door behind her. “Oh Agnes. It’s nice to see you.” Mama said. I could hear their conversation from the nursery, it seemed. So I stayed still so as to not make a noise, and listened carefully, as I wanted to know who was disrupting storytime! “Dear, I just heard about Susan. I’m so sorry.” A frail-sounding voice replied. “It’s okay. Thank you though.” “I know she was very special to you. And taken at such a young age…” “I… I miss her.” Mama replied. ‘Miss me? I right here!’ I thought to myself. “She was always so lovely to me and Alf. I miss her too. Do you know what happened? I heard it was a car accident…” “She… was rammed off the road.” “Oh no! Do you know who did it?” “He died on impact too.” “Oh honey… I’m so sorry. You know I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, right? Us neighbours have to stick together. Shame you don’t have a husband like I do. Alf helps me through everything. Maybe you’ll find one soon, your friend would have wanted that.” “Thanks Agnes. I appreciate it. But I must be going…” Mama sounded… irritated. Annoyed. I could hear it in her voice. “It’s no problem, dear. I’m always about. Not much an old soul like me can do these days other than watching telly or chatting to neighbours. How’s the rest of your life going? “It’s fine. Seriously, I must be going, I’ve got something cooking.” Mama snapped at her. “Oh sorry dear, I didn’t realise. I’ll let you get to it. Can’t disrupt you improving your cooking skills, the best way to find a husband is to satisfy their bellies!” The old woman said, without a hint of a joke in there. “Yeah. It was nice seeing you. Oh dear… gotta go, bye Agnes!” “By…” The door slammed shut before ‘Agnes’ could finish. The house went silent for a bit. The only sound I could hear was a distant crunching sound as ‘Agnes’ walked across the gravel, away from the house. “GRAHHHHHHHHH!” Mama screamed from the living room. “Mama? Are you okay?” I called out. Some heavy breaths later, Mama then walked back into the bedroom. “I’m sorry baby. Just… That woman is lovely, but she’s fucking clueless and infuriating.” Mama said, sitting down on the side of the open crib. “You said a naughty word…” I said, looking down at the bedding, away from her gaze. “I’m sorry baby. Mama is just… ugh. How are you anyway?” “Who was dat?” “Just one of our neighbours, Agnes. She’s a lovely old woman who has been nothing but friendly since moving here, but… she’s so clueless. She was just here…” “To talk about me, right?” I asked. “Yes… I mean…” “Why did you say you missed me?” “I… was telling a fib. I just… didn’t want to have to explain everything to her.” “Explain wha, Mama?” “I’ll tell you later, sweetie. Promise. For now, let’s get you out of that soggy nappy, then get some brekkie in that little tummy of yours, okay?” I giggled as she lightly tickled my tummy with her fingers, making my whole body squirm. “Here comes the train! Choo choo!” Mama said, holding up the spoon full of baby mush up to my mouth. “We need the tunnel to open up…” Sitting in my large highchair, my legs dangling over the edge, underneath the large tray that sat in front of me with my baby bowl full of breakfast on top of it, I wiggled happily as Mama took care of everything. And being the super duper good girl I am, I opened my mouth and Mama quickly fed me the delicious mushy food, making sure to catch any of it that dropped on my mouth and putting it in my mouth. I loved it when Mama fed me, she always made the yummiest food and she knew just how to get me to eat it. That silly train… always wins against me. “Uh oh!” Mama said, pointing down to a spot on my bib, the bib that said ‘Mummy’s lil stinkypants’. Looking down, I saw that she had dropped a bit of food onto it. “Good job Mama put this bib on you! Messy little baby…” She smiled at me, making me feel all good and squirmy inside. “Wha… wha we do todays, Mama?” I asked. “What do you want to do, little Princess? We could snuggle… you could play with your toys… the day is ours today.” “Mama not got any work to do?” I asked her. “Not today. If you want to play with toys, I may have a quick look through my work whilst you do that, but other than that… nope. I’m all yours, babykins.” Clapping my hands excitedly, she shovelled one last bite of mush into my mouth, before wiping around my lips with the bib. “I… I could play wif toys for a bit if you wanna work? Buh den snuggles an another movie later?” “We’ve done that a lot lately. But if that’s what my little Princess wants, that’s what we’ll do!” Mama said, undoing the tray and moving it out of the way so she could lift me out. Carrying me out of the kitchen and into the living room, she placed me on the floor in front of the TV and walked away, coming back only a few seconds later with my big box of toys. Inside it were all sorts. There was this cute toy phone, a big plastic parking garage toy, some dollies, a xylophone… basically any toy that I really enjoyed, we had in this big box. And now the hardest part… picking a toy. At least… the first toy. I’ll probably make my way through them all eventually, buh it was super duper important which toy I’d play with first. Not only does it matter what toy I think I’ll enjoy most, but then what about saving the toys that give the most fun to the end of playtime, so that I don’t burn out from boredom later? What about the energy levels needed for each toy? I don’t want to be exhausted with a toy that’s physically exhausting early on, that way I won’t have any energy to play with the rest of the toys… which brings me on to the most important point… what about their feelings? I know my dollies don’t mind waiting to be played with. They’re super mature and adulty and understand how difficult dis decision is… buh my big cuddly teddy bear gets really clingy and he gets sad if he’s left til last. So many hard decisions for such a little baby like me, buh I’m good at stuff like dis, so I quickly picked up my bear, the toy dinosaur, and the phone with eyes on it, whilst also grabbing my tea set, and set up a little tea party for my friends. Thankfully we’ll have enough tea for the dollies later, as they love a good tea party too. Whilst I was figuring all this out and grabbing the toys I intended to play with first, I turned around to see Mama just sat there on the sofa with her head in her hands, staring at me and smiling. “Whaaaa?” I asked, wondering why she was doing this. “It’s just cute.” She replied. “Wha is? I no cute!” “You’re adorable. And the way you logically try to decide which toys to play with… you’re still you. The cute, dorky little baby I fell in love with.” “Of course I’m still me, silly!” “And I hope that never changes.” Mama said, getting up to go get her books. “...At least any more than it already has…” She mumbled. I don’t think I was supposed to hear that, but I did. Problem was… I had no idea what she meant by dis. So I shrugged it off and carried on playing with my toys. Part way into playing, whilst Mama continued looking through her books for like the billionth time… I felt something warm and wet below me… “Uhhh….” I murmured. “What’s up, babygirl?” Mama asked, looking up from her books. “I… fink I leaked…” “Oh no! Don’t worry about it, it happens to little babies. I think we both got carried away with our own things and silly Mummy forgot to check her baby’s nappy! Why don’t we go get it changed, then we can get snuggled up on the sofa for the afternoon? No more work, no more toys, just snuggles and a movie.” “Yay!” I cried out, clapping my hands and bouncing up and down… which was a mistake as the leak got worse and the puddle underneath me grew. “Silly ba…” Before Mama could finish her sentence, the lights went dark. Problem was… it wasn’t dark outside. It was still afternoon. The lights weren’t on. But for some reason, the whole house was plunged into darkness. Then came the vibrations again, the shaking of the house causing books to fall off the shelf in the corner, causing the TV to fall forward, smashing onto the floor, and causing Mama to fall to her knees, before rushing over and holding me in her arms, protecting me from whatever was causing this earthquake. “I… need to… get to…” Before Mama could finish her sentence, the house suddenly stopped shaking and the darkness quickly dissipated. The bright sunlight shone through the curtains, just like it had just moments ago, everything came to a standstill… and it was all suddenly… calm. “Wha… wha was dat?” I asked Mama, looking up at her as she released her protective grip on me. “I…” There was a knock at the door. “I… WHO IS IT?” Mama shouted. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT IS?” Shouted a familiar voice from the other side of the front door. “AND WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME?” ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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That's what I've always referred to mine as hehehe! 🤭 I've also heard it referred to as a "hoo-ha" lol. 😝 Personally, I'll stick with "Princess Parts" because it's more inclusive. 🙃

The server locked up while I was asleep. Fixed it as soon as I knew about it!

I think we should be aware of the fact that there is a growing aversion to making personal desires an identity to be recognized and protected by society. Ben Shapiro seems to be one of the guys who feels this aversion and speaks out about it. I think he is a force to be reckoned with and I agree with him. We must keep it to ourselves and not become a burden to society by demanding attention and respect. How about you?

I finally tried fingering myself and it is so awesome! It just slips in now. Does anyone want to share their first time doing it? It is so easy now that I've done it a few times. And yes. I have short nails and wash my hands.

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…

Every morning after I get out of bed, I make my Coffee. Sometimes before my Coffee is even finished brewing, I mess in my Diaper. ...But I don't have to push it out anymore. I just feel a slight pressure, and shortly after that my Diaper starts to fill up with poop. I sip my Coffee, and a few minutes later I feel some more pressure, Followed by another BM. What's strange, is that I hardly ever mess while sleeping, It's only after I get out of bed that I trigger the urge to mess. When I'm getting close to finishing my coffee, I'll give it a good Push to "finish pooping" my Diaper. Then I jump in the shower and shortly after that I put on my Daytime Diaper. Has anyone else gone through a phase similar to this? I'm guessing this happens after relentless 24/7 wearing and nearly 99% potty avoidance...

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

It was down for a very lengthy diaper change!

UK slang: foof

i doubt disney will do anything about this. but then again i think they used to go after ebay sellers that made adult onsies with disney character printed material. now that could be just a rumor but i think its why you dont see many disney ABDL handmade clothes anymore.

Hi @Diapermepls, Welcome to DD. Try introducing yourself in the Newbie Nursery. The are plenty of folks like you who would be glad to chat.

i had a daddy plug me as punishment and that was my first experience. he used lots of toys on me to make me squirm and be obedient. he never went inside me tho, id always go in him. someday ill have a daddy take whats his

At least one time that I know of, the site went in to update status and poor Mikey didn't even know about it, because it happened in the middle of the night or something, and it was in that state for a long time and then he finally realized it. Sometimes updates and update cycles can activate without intervention of the administrator, or something weird can happen which can throw the site offline. Usually when it does that you either have to complete an update, or reset the system depending on what the problem is. I think when that happened we were down for like 18 hours? Maybe less but the fact is, even Mikey sometimes doesn't know when the site goes down and so it might take him a while to be able to fix it when he finds out, but usually if it's just a minor thing, he can just quickly push a few buttons and reset a couple of things and we're back up. This is why patience is always a virtue, because technology sometimes can be naughty, which means you have to be smarter than it, but sometimes even technology can get you if you're not sure what happened or why. Brian

Addison give the little girl a disbelieving look like a parent as she already had looked up her name and didn't see anything about being a five-star chef, "Rukia just eat your meal it's been a very long day today."

I've been experimenting with wearing diapers to the dojo for almost 4 years now, everything from Depends and Goodnites pull-ups to thin, cloth-backed disposables. I've worn the occasional plastic diaper, but only if I'm there in jeans and don't plan to go on the mat. There are two areas of concern, in terms of performance; first of all, I want the diaper to be thin and quiet, but it's also important that it not chafe during the warmup workout, which can be quite intense.

Why is a boy asking this question? I heard "flower"

Money pit. (Just ask anyone who got a divorce).

I do love this story..💜

My Daddy and I are going to a convention in less than 2 weeks. There are two photographers who do "after dark" photography sessions that allow for kink and other types of photos that a traditional photographer may be uncomfortable taking. I had booked a times lot as a surprise for my Daddy and my plan was a boudoir photoset because I know He loves photos of me. Well, turns out He booked a session for us to do a Daddy/little photoshoot and He even had a "little book", kind of like a baby book, custom made. It has pages for things like, favourite dress, favourite stuffie, Daddy lap time, snuggle time and more. Honestly, I'm so super excited and just beside myself in happiness that He would think of this as a surprise for us 💗💗 Bestest partner and Daddy ever 💕💕

@Snugglebear_69 wow that is so Awesome!

My Mom finds out. My aunt put a change pad on the living room floor; it was right in front of everybody. That’s what she did at night, so I don’t know why I expected any privacy. I complained, “Do we need to do this here? Can’t I go to the bathroom and clean up by myself?” My aunt looked at me like I was crazy. In her eyes, only a little kid would wet their pants, so I was just a little kid. She shook her head and said, “I have to make sure you are cleaned properly. I don’t want you to get a rash. Now, stop stalling and lie down.” I guess this was kind of what I wanted, but it scared me anyway. I was also putting on a bit of an act. I was afraid that she would suspect something if I didn’t complain. I grumbled in a whiney voice, “I don’t want to.” Aunt Amanda rolled her eyes, put a pacifier in front of my mouth, and said, “Tough, now lie down.” To be honest, I was beginning to like the pacifier. It calmed me down and helped me relax. She put the pacifier in my mouth, and I calmly laid back down on the floor. She praised me, “Good boy.” She finished wiping, helped me into the clean Pull-up, and then warned, “This is a Pull-up, not a diaper. You still need to use the potty like a big boy. If you can use the potty, you can have your big boy pants back. If not, you’re going to have to go back to diapers.” I muffled through the pacifier, “How long?” “Just like last time. Three days. You can get your big boy pants back on Saturday.” She patted my Pull-up in a condescending way and said, “Go to the nursery and get dressed, then you can play with Scott and Debbie.” Going back to Pull-ups was the first part of my plan. I knew I would need more accidents to be put in diapers, but I didn’t know how many. Scott told me that he sometimes stays in Pull-ups after an accident but usually goes back to diapers if he has more than one. I figured that one accident wouldn’t be enough, and I would need to have at least two accidents in my Pull-ups. I didn’t want to make my aunt suspicious, so I didn’t have any more accidents that day. That night my aunt praised me for keeping my Pull-ups dry, and then got me ready for bed. I made sure to wet my diaper again that night. In my mind, I had to start wetting the bed to make my plan believable. It was getting easier to wet my diaper. I no longer had to visualize standing in front of a toilet. I just started to pee when I wanted to go. My aunt noted the wet diaper in the morning but didn’t seem all that concerned about my sudden bedwetting. She acted like everything was normal. I thought my plan was going well. My aunt was acting like these were real accidents, and that I might need to go back to diapers. I figured it would be fun to act like a baby for a few weeks, and I didn’t have to worry about other kids finding out. Nobody at my school would ever know. However, teenagers don’t always think about all of the factors before acting. I forgot about my mom. My mom wasn’t around, and I didn’t think she would know anything about it. It didn’t dawn on me that my aunt told my mom all about it. That was stupid! My aunt told her that I pooped my pants, so why didn’t I think my aunt would tell her that I wet my pants and started wetting the bed. Mom called me on Wednesday morning, which was the day after I peed my pants. I also wet the bed three times. A week earlier, I complained about having to sleep in a crib after pooping my pants, and now I was wetting the bed again, and I already wet my pants once. I hadn’t wet my pants since I was in 2nd grade. She asked, “Tommy, what’s going on? Do you know why you’re wetting yourself?” My first instinct was to deny it. “I’m not peeing myself.” My mom tersely replied, “Tommy, stop it! Aunt Amanda told me that you wet your diaper twice. She also told me that you peed your pants yesterday. Why is that happening?” I tried to blame my aunt. “It’s not my fault. Aunt Amanda is making me sleep in a crib, and I can’t get out when I need to pee.” Mom shook her head, “I don’t buy that one bit. You were dry for the first five nights. You only had to stay dry one more night to get out of diapers.” I dejectedly answered, “I know.” Mom continued, “What about the accident yesterday?” I stammered, trying to think of an explanation. I went back to what I used to say when I was little. I meekly answered, “I didn’t know I had to go.” Mom sighed, trying to contain her anger. “That means you have to wear Pull-ups again, right?” I was too embarrassed to answer, but I nodded to avoid more wrath. “What about this morning? Did you wet again last night?” My lack of an answer gave it away. Mom replied, “Tommy, you’re much too old to be wetting your pants like a baby. You know that if this continues, Aunt Amanda is going to make you wear diapers during the day.” I shifted my eyes away from the camera and mumbled, “I know.” “Well, is that what you want?” This was the first time Mom implied that I was doing this on purpose. I emphatically denied the charge. “No! She is going to treat me like a baby. I don’t want that. Why would you even let her do that?” I hoped turning the tables might put my mom on the defensive. My mom sighed and said, “Tommy, I can only think of two reasons that a boy your age would suddenly pee himself. You’re either doing it on purpose, or something is wrong.” “It’s not on purpose.” I protested. My mom replied, “Ok, I guess Aunt Amanda will have to take you to the doctor.” The thought of telling a doctor that I was wetting my pants was humiliating. I cried out, almost begging, “Don’t do that. Please. I’ll stop. I’ll stop, I promise.” Mom clearly didn’t believe me. She asked, “Are you telling me that you can stop? That means you’re doing this on purpose.” I was getting frustrated. She was turning everything against me. I cried out, “I’m not doing this on purpose!” “Then you can’t promise to stop.” She paused, while I tried to think of a way out. Mom continued, “It doesn’t matter anyway. You still need to go back to diapers.” “What? Why?” “Because, if you don’t wear a diaper, you’ll pee your pants. That’s why babies wear diapers.” I whimpered, “But, she is going to treat me like a baby.” Mom replied, “Why shouldn’t she? You should be treated like a baby if you aren’t potty trained.” I protested, “I am potty trained! Stop saying that.” Mom snapped back, “You aren’t if you purposely pee your pants.” “I’m not doing it on purpose!” By this point, I was on the verge of massive tears. The kind of meltdown I only had when I was very young. “But that means you need diapers to avoid accidents, and you’re not ready to diaper yourself.” She paused in the middle to give me time to process what she was saying. I was confused, “Diapering yourself?” “That means you change your own diapers, and I don’t think you’re ready to do that.” I indignantly asked, “Why not?” “Tommy, it takes a lot of maturity to take care of your own diapers, and you’re not ready. You have to make sure you clean everything and then get rid of the diaper without making a mess. I don’t trust you to do any part of that. You don’t even pick up after yourself when you take a shower, and I still have to nag you to take a shower.” Mom continued, “If you really are having accidents, you’ll have to learn how to handle it like an adult. I can’t ask Aunt Amanda to teach you something like that, so you’ll have to wait until we get home. Until then, Aunt Amanda is going to take care of it her way.” I was stunned, and said, “But, that’s the whole summer.” Mom scoffed, “It’s probably going to be a lot longer than that. I need to see a lot more maturity from you before I’m willing to teach you. You will need to be potty trained all over again.” Once again, I protested, “I am potty trained.” “Big boys don’t pee their pants. You keep peeing and pooping in your pants, so obviously you aren’t potty trained. I didn’t do it right the first time, so maybe it is time to let Aunt Amanda have a try.” Mom saw the look on my face and asked, “Tommy, did Aunt Amanda put you in a Pull-up, or is she making you wear a diaper?” I meekly replied, “a Pull-up.” “That means she thinks you are ready to use the potty on your own. If you show her that you can be a big boy and use the potty, she won’t treat you like a baby. You can do that, can’t you?” My mom was talking to me like I was a baby. Her voice was high, and she used short phrases. She used euphemisms like potty and pee-pee, just like I was a small child. I regained my composure and said, “Mom, can you stop talking like that? It makes me feel like a baby.” Mom replied, “That’s the point, Tommy. If you don’t want to be treated like a three-year-old, stop acting like a three-year-old.” “I’m not a baby!” Mom rolled her eyes and said, “Prove it. If you want to become a teenager, act like one. Stop peeing your pants, don’t wet the bed, and stop whining when you don’t get your way. If you act like a little kid, you’re going to be treated like a little kid.”

huggies pull ups but i wasn't feelin like a big kid this time

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.

I think you did it on purpose!

Huggies Pull ups like a big boy I am

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'."

ahhh I love that pic man, i remember seeing it and it was part of how i got into this kink and realised i was attracted to diapers lmao.

When it comes time for bed will Paige have left a bag of diapers in her sisters closet…. There is still time for a quick run to the store or for one of her friends with a sister still in diapers to bring some over….

Chapter 19: Escape The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “Here I was, taking inventory and checking some things ready for the next intake… and just who do I come across, wandering the corridors? The Headmistress’ pet and her crush.” Mr Smith said, folding his hairy, muscular arms and grinning at us. “I… uh… we got… lost…” I said, trying to come up with an excuse. Problem was… there was no excuse we could have for why we were here. “Uh… uh…” Mr Smith casually walked over to where Sarah and I were frozen in place, before stopping just two feet from us, looking down at us. “Stop with the silly excuses. We both know you’re trying to escape. There’s no reason you’d be here.” “So… what are you going to do? Turn us in?” Sarah asked. “Oh I don’t know about that… Maybe I should have a bit of fun with you first…” His grin turned sadistic as he eyed the two of us up and down. “The things I could make you do…” “Huh?” “It’s clear that neither of you have had their final treatment done. You’re both able to walk… well not quite walk, more like waddle… but even then, you’ve got your brains intact. I’m not even sure what the Headmistress would do with you, Judy. But either way… you’re mostly back to normal. Mostly.” “What do you mean by that?” Sarah asked, her voice quivering in fear. “What I mean… is that there are a few commands left rattling about in that silly little brain of yours. What, you think we’d just get rid of it all? What if… one, or two of you, escaped?” “Shit. Shit shit shit.” I said, realising what he meant. Like that time he ordered Brian and Sarah to… oh. Oh fuck. The shit he could do to us… I knew how twisted and fucked up this guy was… if he got free rein of us with his fucked up treatment… “Wait so you can…” Sarah finally got it. “I could turn you both into sex-starved little fuckdolls if I wanted. Make you worship me… hump my leg… pleasure me. And though the Headmistress would not approve… what she doesn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her…” He grinned down at me, making the pit in my stomach get worse. My heart was racing. My fight or flight response was a mess right now, unable to pick which one to go with. I didn’t know what to do… where to go… “Little ones… Regr…” Before he could say what I could only assume would be a trigger command to make us obedient to him in some way… Sarah lunged forward and punched the guy in the throat. In the fucking throat! Mr Smith clearly wasn’t expecting that. He fell to his knees, clutching at his throat as he tried to breath, choking and coughing as his face turned red and he looked up at Sarah. “Fucking try it now.” Sarah said, sounding like a cool badass from an action movie, before walking past him, knocking his head to the side with her palm as she brushed against him. “That… was so… cool!” I said, rushing by Mr Smith as I grabbed Sarah’s hand and followed her towards the far door… where the next stage of our plan awaited us. I could hear Mr Smith choking and trying to breathe as he croaked back at us, trying to say the trigger words but finding himself unable to speak them. “Come on, babe. Let’s get out of here.” Sarah said, taking the stolen keycard and swiping it against the door to the loading bay. The door slid open to reveal a huge loading bay, with two lorries in it, both of which looked to have been emptied semi-recently as the contents were stacked up on the shelves by the wall. There was a little office by the side of the huge loading bay doors, doors which kept us trapped within this prison. “We need those doors open. Find a button or a key or something.” I told Sarah, who nodded and went to the opposite side of the far lorry. “Oh and what about transport? I guess we could try one of these lorries…” “What about this?” Sarah said, as she waddled back into view, waving me over. Waddling over to where she wanted me to follow, I saw exactly what she was getting at. The bus we arrived on. “Perfect! We just need the keys for that too then. It’s less conspicuous than a lorry… plus I’m assuming it's easier to drive.” “I’ll check this store room over this side.” Sarah said. “You go check the office. If anywhere, I bet everything will be over in there.” “Good luck… babe.” I said, taking a risk. She had called me babe… so surely I could get away with it…? She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, planting a kiss on my lips… before looking awkward and blushing. “I… be careful.” In mere seconds she had gone from this confident badass… to a shy, adorable woman. “You too.” I mumbled, just as awkwardly, before walking away, breaking the connection between our hands. I felt my face heat up as I waddled quickly across the raised platform in the loading bay, towards the small office in the far corner. The texture of the floor was a lot less like the corridors, which meant it scuffed my bare feet and actually… kinda hurt. It wasn’t too bad, it was just concrete, but after three weeks of pampering and walking on those clean, smooth floors… It was weird to be walking on something so rough. As I got closer to the small office, I noticed there were no guards there, which was weird. But that would work out better. So I shuffled off quickly to the small office with glass windows surrounding it. Thankfully, the door opened as I pulled it, as I was worried I’d have to go back and ask for the keycard from Sarah, but as I gripped the cold, steel handle… it gave way instantly. So I quickly got inside and saw a bunch of computer terminals and one of those wheely chairs. On the multiple screens of the terminal were cameras covering the loading bay, outside the loading bay… and the entrance to the institute. And from what I could see… there were no guards. They can’t have made it that obvious… right? Looking around for something to open the doors, I found a box off to the side, hung on the wall. Opening it, I saw a bunch of keys. So one by one, I started inspecting the little labels above each hook. Storage closet, safety equipment cache… none of these were right. Until I spotted one in the bottom right that said ‘Bus’. Perfect. Grabbing that key and planting myself in the chair, I spun around to find the button we needed. There was a little panel off to the side of the keyboard that looked important. But there were about twelve buttons, all of which had no labels or indication as to what they were for… so I needed to be careful. “Hey… found anything?” Sarah asked, appearing on the other side of the glass, knocking lightly. I held up the keys I had found. “Cool… and they’re for?” “The bus!” I answered. “Oh good job! Now… anything in there to open these damn doors?” “One minute…” I replied, turning back to the panel of buttons and taking a deep breath. I pressed the big red one… and instantly everything went off. Alarms, sirens, the lights turned red and started flashing… “SHIT! WHAT DID YOU PRESS?” Sarah yelled. I panicked and pressed the same button, trying to turn it off… but it wasn’t working. “TURN IT OFF!” “I CAN’T!” I screamed. “THEN PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!” I ran my fingers over each and every button on the panel, pressing each one frantically. The large loading bay doors opened, first the left, then the right, then the middle… each moving a bit before going back down. “That was it! Press those ones again!” Sarah ordered, pointing at the panel through the glass. I pressed the left button out of the last three I pressed, and the far door started opening, the one we needed to get the bus out of here. “Quick, let’s go!” Sarah yelled, before rushing off past the lorries, towards the bus. This was it. I had done it. Just one last thing to do. And all this would be over. Rushing out of the office, the nappy between my legs making running very very difficult, especially now I’m pretty sure it’s wet, I headed in the same direction as Sarah, towards the bus. As I passed the second lorry, I saw Sarah inside the bus, waving at me to get in. Reaching the bus and climbing in, I sat in the front seat behind the driver seat where Sarah sat. “Good job. Keys. Quick!” Sarah ordered. I looked down at my open… empty hand… “Judy… where are the keys?” Sarah asked, panicking. “I…” The alarms were blaring, I could hear people mobilising in the distance. “FUCK! WHERE DID YOU DROP THEM?” “I… think they’re in the office? I followed you so they…” “I’ll get them. I’m quicker. Stay here!” She yelled. I felt so guilty as she rushed off the bus in the direction we just came from, looking for the keys that would get us out of here. The keys that would start the bus and save us from this life. The keys that were in my other hand. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I inserted the keys and started the engine. It had been a while since I last drove one of these, but it quickly came back to me as I put it in gear and pressed the button off to the side, shutting the automatic doors that we had used to get in and locking them. I felt so guilty doing this… but I had to. Revving the engine, I took the handbrake off and put it into gear before looking ahead at the open loading bay door. “Sorry Sarah…” And at that moment, I saw Sarah rushing back. Her face… her face instilled a deep sense of guilt in my heart. “OPEN THE DOOR! THEY’RE HERE! QUICK!” She screamed. “I’m sorry.” I said, lurching the bus forward slowly. “WHY?” She screamed, rushing to the bus, slamming her fists on the glass door. “I have to. I’m sorry.” I sped up so the bus was going at a speed slightly faster than Sarah could keep up with as she fell behind, just outside the loading bay doors. “JUDY! JUDY!” She roared. And as I looked into the rearview mirror, I saw Sarah fall to her knees as she was swarmed by a dozen or so guards coming out from the loading bay, all surrounding her with batons. “I’m sorry. I had to.” I whispered to myself as I drove around the outside of the enormous institute and towards the front gate. I wished it could have gone any other way. I really did. But this was the only way. ‘I hope you have a nice life, baby Sarah.’ I thought to myself as I drove out the gate and onto the main road, towards freedom. ========================================================= *hides very quickly, before any of you can hunt me down* Don't forget, the remaining chapters are up on my Patreon if you just can't wait. Otherwise... only a week left of this story! I just posted my brand new story's first chapter on there too. It's set in the same universe as Infernum Infantem, and I'm really excited to post it here in a couple of weeks time! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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My mom and sister peeked in my pants a lot while growing up. I was in pullups for a long time, but didn't always have accidents. Looking back, I miss the attention even though I got embarrassed by that. I'll never forget one day at the mall I had my pants checked. I had a big cup of juice and after remembering my nether regions kept saying I had to use the bathroom and I really needed to go. I had a pullup on but I did not want to have an accident!! I thought my bladder would explode and I'd die. I almost cried. I made it to the bathroom but I got checked again later on not feeling ashamed again because I had pooped on the toilet while in the women's bathroom. Those were the days! Do women even bring their sons into the women's room any more?

Chapter 9: Day One The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess As we were wheeled down the hallways once again, heading somewhere I didn’t recall ever going, despite apparently having spent a lot of the past week there, I found my thoughts constantly drifting to my dummy. It felt so good, like… better than ever! I was actually pretty happy right now, I was in a dry nappy, I had my dummy, and Sarah was doing okay. She too looked like she was enjoying her dummy just as much as I was, which felt… good. We turned a corner to see a door I didn’t remember, but that felt familiar. “Here we are. First day of class for the little babies!” Alice said, pressing a button on the wall. The door before us opened automatically and as we were pushed inside, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if we had been here. “Dis… dis is from the video!” Sarah said. Thinking back… I did remember it! Sarah was right, it was in the video during play yesterday. We must have been in here last week whilst we were regressed. So whilst it felt familiar, I still didn’t know much about it other than it looked like a typical preschool classroom, with lots of small plastic desks and colourful plastic chairs, ones that wouldn’t look out of place in a nursery or daycare, all facing the front of the room, where a blackboard was prominently displayed. “Ah, Alice. You’re the last one to arrive I think, so just place the little ones in their seats at the front of the class and you can go finish your other tasks.” A voice from the front of the classroom called out. “Mr Smith, good to see you again. I’ll just be a moment then.” Alice replied, pushing us to the front and carefully unstrapping the two of us from the stroller and lifting us up, sitting us on chairs next to each other. “You two be good girls, otherwise you’ll end up with a smacked bottom…” Alice warned before standing up and pushing the stroller away, out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sitting on the uncomfortable plastic seat, I squirmed as ‘Mr Smith’ wandered forwards and backwards at the front of the classroom, not saying a word. At least my butt had all this padding underneath it, otherwise this seat would be really uncomfortable. “Good morning class! I’m Mr Smith.” He said as he stopped and turned to face us all. We all sat patiently, not risking disobeying at this point, waiting for someone to make the first move. “I said Good morning class!” He repeated. “...Good Morning, Mr Smith…” We all called out in sync, albeit in a babyish tone. Most of us still had dummies in our mouths after all. “That’s better. Now. As you don’t remember last week when I first introduced myself, I’ll explain it again now that you are mostly yourself.” I looked up at this ‘teacher’. He wore perfectly shined shoes with even more perfect laces. Making my way up, I noticed his pants were perfectly ironed. These matched his perfectly positioned waistcoat. And his perfectly ironed white shirt. And his perfect tie. Even his stubble was perfectly symmetrical and his medium length brown hair looked flawless, tucked behind his ears. Like either this guy was incredibly vain and took way too much pride with his appearance, or this guy was a Greek god. “So… you know that you are here to be trained to be perfect babies. Whether you end up as a newborn, a baby or a toddler, you will get some taste of all three before being auctioned off to our specific clientele, and then they will decide which age you are to be for them. At which point you may have some final modifications made, before going home with them. It is my job to train and teach you little tykes to be the best babies you can be. Sure, the Nurse and the other eggheads who designed a lot of the hypnosis tech you’ve been subjected to would argue that they could program anyone to be the perfect baby. I mean… I must admit you were perfect little newborns last week. But I, and the Headmistress, believe that there’s a human touch needed to really regress you. Hypnosis opens a lot of doors, and makes my job a lot easier, but I believe I am what's needed to perfectly mould you into the infants your future Mummies and Daddies want. Whilst the eggheads created the technology, I created the programs themselves.” The way this guy talked… he sounded so… confident. Smug. But also like he was fully in control. “Now, let me explain what this week will entail for you in my class. Babyish behaviour is all about letting your inhibitions out, letting yourself go. So to do that, we shall be having lots of creative tasks. Finger painting, colouring, playing pretend… if you did it as a child, we will do it this week. The more you let out your inner baby, the more privileges you will earn. The more you try to prevent it, the more punishments you earn. It’s as simple as that. But to make things interesting… we’re going to have teams.” We all looked around at each other in confusion. “Seven teams of four. I will assign you all a colour, and think of it like your nursery partner, if one of you misbehaves or fails… you all get punished. But whichever team does the best over the week, will earn a special privilege at the end of it. The team who does the worst… will earn a special punishment.” I was scared to ask what it was, thankfully another of us who didn’t have a dummy in their mouth spoke up for the rest of us. “Umm… what are they?” A girl in the back asked. “Thank you for asking, sweetie. Sadly, that’s a surprise until the end of the week. Trust me, it’s worth being good this week.” He grinned at all of us, before turning and walking behind his desk. “Now… let’s start with colouring. I want to see how good you all are!” Day 2 Okay… so I know I skipped a bit there, but I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the hypnosis or something, but yesterday passed so quickly, it all feels like a bit of a blur. I remember… colouring lots? We had a baby bottle… we got fed in highchairs… I… It was hard to remember exactly. Like… it wasn’t like it was last week where I don’t remember anything, it was… more that I was so engrossed in the act I didn’t realise how quickly the day passed by. I know I ended up having a one on one with Alice instead of the Headmistress. Something about her having to deal with something important. I was told I’d see the Headmistress in a few days. The one on one was mostly asking how much I’m enjoying everything, testing my basic skills like maths and spelling, that kind of thing. I think it’s just a way to make sure I’m making progress. I assume that’s what we had the previous week, but we were too out of it to know or remember anything, of course. But yes, Day 2… we played outside… but… not? It looked like a big outdoor playground… but the sky… the grass… the light… Everything was artificial, we were still very much indoors. Sarah and I had been paired with a girl called Susie and her nursery-mate Claire, and we were the Red team. And currently… we were in first place. I’m not sure how the scoring system worked, but we all just played along regardless. We weren’t trying to win, we just didn’t want to end up last, as we really didn’t want to know what last place would earn us. We played tig (or tag, or whatever you want to call it these days), we went down the slides, swung on the swings, and… just generally acted like babies. Problem is… we were still very much babies at this point, not toddlers. This would have been a lot easier, and more fun, if we were toddlers. Instead, we had Nannies come in and help us down the slides, we had to crawl around to play tig, and every couple of hours one of us would be taken off for a bit whilst they had their nappy changed. It was really weird not being able to tell when I have pissed myself or not… but if I said it didn’t feel good… I’d be lying. Again, most of this felt like a blur, we kinda just… lost ourselves in the moment, so the whole day just… disappeared. I remember nursing again in the evening, and getting another one on one with Alice. She said I was making excellent progress… which made my tummy flutter for some reason. I will admit, I loved snuggling with Sarah in our crib in the evening. When everything was silent, and we were alone… if you ignored the enormous nappies between our legs, it felt… normal. As if we weren’t kidnapped prisoners in some freaky underground complex who were going to be sold to rich clients. Sarah seemed… I don’t know. It felt like maybe she had feelings for me. The way she got close in the evenings, the way she snuggles up to me, the way… she smiles at me. She’d always blush whenever she looked into my eyes… It was adorable, and also heartbreaking. Because unless we found a way out… we’d just be turned into big babies and sold off… never to see each other again. Day 3 Nursing was getting easier to accept for Sarah and I now. Which made it less awkward when we were told breakfast today was… milk, again. So after Sarah and I nursed Alice's breasts, we were dressed in the usual babyish onesies that we had been wearing the past couple of days and placed in the stroller for another day of play in the playroom. This was very much like the previous two days, with more emphasis on playing in the playroom, though more of the group from the middle joined us in playing this time. I’d say about half of our whole class were playing along, acting babyish and… having fun. Like… this wasn’t that bad if you ignored the whole ‘kidnapped and sold’ part. We got to play and have fun, we didn’t have to worry about anything… even the bathroom. Around lunchtime we were taken away one at time to be changed, as we all had messy nappies apparently, though none of us could tell. I mean we couldn’t even smell it! It must be something to do with the treatment they’re giving us. Once everyone was changed into clean, really thick, babyish nappies, we were sat in highchairs two at a time so the others could watch, and fed pureed baby food. It wasn’t bad… the texture was a bit… bleh… but the taste was okay at least. And yeah, today was just the same as yesterday… it just seemed to pass really quickly. Had the same one on one with Alice in that same room that we had to go out of the playroom for, which was boring and I gave pretty much the same answers, before returning to the playpen. I asked Sarah what hers was like and she pretty much had the same thing I did apparently. Day 4 This week seemed to fly by. We were well ahead in points, and honestly… I don’t know what could make us lose at this point. I felt bad for the group of three girls and one guy who was dressed in girly stuff, as they were dead last, and so they’d most likely receive whatever this punishment or forfeit or whatever it was. Nursing, messy nappies being changed, fed mush in highchairs… it was all the same. Today’s lesson though… that was something different. We all sat in a circle on the floor, in the classroom, facing inwards towards each other. All the desks and chairs had been moved away and stacked up in the corner, and Mr Smith walked around the circle, sinisterly. “Today class… is all about humiliation.” He said, loud enough so everyone could hear him. “WHA?” was the overall reaction from most of the class, who already sat there in thick nappies (some of which were wet and/or messy) and babyish outfits. “How can we get more humiliated than this?” Brian asked the question that must be on most of our minds. “Oh Brian… let me show you. Sit in the centre, please.” Mr Smith asked, though it sounded more like an order than a request. Brian slowly climbed to his hands and knees and crawled into the centre of the room, before sitting down with a bit of a plop onto his thickly padded backside. “Wha now?” He said with a slight babyish lisp. “As babies, especially adult babies, you will be subjected to all sorts by your new Mummies and Daddies. A lot of it will be humiliating. I’m not going to sugar coat it, some of you would shut down without help from hypnosis. So… I’ll be using that, along with some techniques I’ve developed, to help you accept even the most humiliating acts. I mean after all… you’re only babies. Babies don’t get embarrassed. So… let’s start with Brian, shall we?” Brian looked around, nervously. Stopping and looking me in the eyes, it was like he was begging me to help him, but there was nothing I could do for him. “Brian… Baby Brian… happy time.” Mr Smith said with a clear voice. Brian’s expression quickly changed. His face turned… dumber? Lifting himself up slightly, just an inch off the floor… he proceeded to grunt and clench his whole body. And a few seconds later, a disgusting sound filled the room as he filled his nappy. “Doesn’t that feel better, baby Brian?” Brian sat down with the same plop as before, though this time the mess in his nappy must have made that even more disgusting. “Do you like that? Playing in your messy nappy?” Mr Smith continued the teasing. Brian started clapping in response and drooling, bouncing up and down on the spot. “Why don’t you show us how happy that makes you feel?” Mr Smith said, before throwing a large stuffed bear into the circle next to Brian. “Now class… the important thing here is… Brian is fully conscious right now. He’s fully aware of his actions… he’s just not in control. Thanks to the hypnotic training you’ve all been through, I can make you do whatever I want, whilst making you watch helplessly from the back of your mind.” “That… that’s horrible!” Sarah said, a bit too loudly. “Sarah… Baby Sarah… happy time.” Sarah’s face dropped suddenly, becoming more like Brian’s. And just like Brian… she lifted her butt up and proceeded to mess herself audibly for the whole room to hear. “No more interruptions. Got that class?” Mr Smith announced. Everyone instantly looked terrified and shut their mouths in fear. “Now… Baby Brian? Ignore that stuffed bear. You and Baby Sarah can show each other how much you enjoy being messy little babies.” Both regressed adults nodded as Sarah crawled over to Brian and sat down, before Brian pushed her back and clambered onto her. And to everyone’s disgust, they started grinding their messy nappies against each other, moaning as they pleasured themselves in front of everyone. “I know Baby Brian hasn’t been playing along with the class much, so that’s why I picked him out first. Sarah was just a naughty little girl who interrupted. Now… I think you all need to follow their example. Class…” Everyone’s eyes widened in fear as Mr Smith’s grin grew. “Happy…” Before he could finish his command, a knock on the door rang through the classroom. We all turned to see who had saved us at the last second. Well… everyone but Sarah and Brian, who were still rubbing their nappies together and moaning. The door to the classroom opened to reveal the Headmistress, standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. “Headmistress… I’m honoured to have you observe this class, whatever can I help you with?” Mr Smith asked her. “Oh wow… Those two are having a lot of fun!” The Headmistress said, pointing at my friend and Brian rubbing nappies. “Looks like I arrived at the worst time.” “I was just about to set the whole class off to have fun like that.” “Well as enjoyable as that would be, I need to take little Judy here for her one on one session with me.” “Now?” Mr Smith sounded disappointed. But the Headmistress put on her most stern face in response. “You know why.” She growled. “Yes, Headmistress.” Smith replied, defeated. Walking over to me, her high heels muffled by the carpeted floor, she bent down and lifted me up with no effort and stood up straight, holding me in her arms. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist. “Judy… cover your ears.” She ordered. And so I did exactly that. Shoving my fingers in my ears, I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to get out of this weird stuff. Now I couldn’t hear a thing, but the Headmistress’ lips moved as said something and suddenly all the class stared off into space before following our two horny classmate’s example, filling their nappies and drooling onto the carpet. The Headmistress pulled my hands away from my ears before smiling at me. “Let’s go talk whilst they have their fun, shall we, precious?” ========================================================= Oops! I forgot to update the title on Sunday, so if you missed that, sorry! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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I prefer to suck on my Daddy's thumb, then a pacifier and then my thumb. Sucking on Daddy's thumb is the most wonderful and intimate thing to me.

After so many years of keeping the muscles relaxed and not making any effort to intentionally hold my bladder, the sphincter muscle stays open and relaxed. I can still clench down but the muscle fatigues easily and goes back to relax mode when I get distracted. Not that I’m complaining. Quite the opposite. One surprising benefit is how much more relaxed I feel emotionally. It’s not just that I feel better being unburdened with continence. But everything down there feels more relaxed which has me feeling relaxed. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like for vanilla people? Do they feel body tension? Or maybe I didn’t learn bladder control correctly? Either way I’m not complaining. Though has anyone else experienced similar results as their muscles weakened?

? Reading this again trying to cheer myself up. Lousy week ended in a lousier way. Maybe a new chapter this weekend.

one day, diapered while playing with friends, i was inthe middle of hide and seek (hider) when i felt the urge. i just went. it filled up the WHOLE diaper. it was a semisolid poop but after another half hour of running, it was mush covering my dick. best poop bonus!

Hmm probably when I was planning to do it in the park, but the coffee hit me too strong while cooking breakfast. I rushed into my room and barely got my diaper on before a grapefruit-sized stinker exploded into my diaper. The bulge was noticeable even with shorts over it. I still went to the park though haha

My biggest poop in a diaper was a few years ago after a 3 day camping trip where I didn't poop at all in 3 days. When I got home, I knew I had a massive solid poop that wanted out. I diapered up and started pushing it out. It was the biggest I ever had. I can only estimate it was 20 inches or longer and at least 1 inch across from how much it hurt my butthole. As I pushed it into my diaper, it kept stopping because it was so solid that it didn't want to bend over. I had to pull the diaper down a bit to make room for it and push it from side to side to get it to bend over. It seemed to take about 2 minutes or longer to get it all out and my butt was very sore afterwards from being opened up so big for so long to get that poop out. Now a days I am incontinent and don't expect to ever have a poop that big again, but it would be fun to get another one like it because it was a massive, solid lump in my diaper. I have had a lot of very full diapers from diarrhea, but they don't compare to a good long solid poop.

"Princess Parts", I think that is very cute.