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Chapter 42: Getaway BETH WAS SITTING on the plush carpet she’d bought for her floor, cuddling Rings after having cried herself out talking to her dad. They had hung up about half an hour after the incident, and he said he had an idea and would call her back in a bit. A tall mirror hung on her closet door, and the reflection pointing back at her looked like pure despair right then! Until this semester, nothing had happened to her more than an occasional teasing issue. Having her very adulthood or freedom away had never really occurred to her except in a few nightmares! ‘Now it’s almost a reality,’ she thought, squeezing Rings even tighter. She was thinking about maybe finding Cassie to get some dinner when her phone rang again. “Hi, Daddy,” she said sadly. “So, what would you think about getting off campus for the weekend?” He asked her gently. She shrugged, “I guess that might be a good idea?” “Why don’t you pack a bag for clothes through Monday morning. I talked with Amanda, she has room at her place, and you can come back with Connor on Monday?” She blushed about hanging out with Connor for the weekend. “What about my room? What if something else happens?” “President Barnes is going to ensure that doesn’t happen for us. I’m also hiring a service to install other monitoring equipment around your dorm room. Getting you off campus also means the university staff has time to get to the bottom of the problems.” Beth thought for a second, looking around her room, and made her decision. “Sure, let’s do it.” “I put in for a Luxuria vehicle to meet you in front of your dorm in ten minutes,” her Dad said. “Ten minutes?!?” she griped. “It’ll wait for you if it takes longer; try not to, though?” He suggested. “I want you out of there?” She nodded, “Okay.” “Please text or call when you get to Amanda’s?” “Okay,” Beth found herself agreeing. She quickly sent off a text to her friends that she was taking off for the weekend and gave a brief summary of what happened when she came back to her room. She threw a casual dress into her bag if she needed to dress up. Beyond that, a few casual outfits, swimsuit, and pajamas found their way into the bag. She’d just returned to the dorm the previous week, so she still had plenty of travel-sized shampoo bottles and conditioner in a bag ready to go. Before sealing it up, she added personal supplies and makeup to the duffle bag. Beth checked her backpack and added her EdgeSphere Goggles, tablet, and laptop so she could study. ‘Maybe Connor can help me with Calculus?’ Looking at her bed, she saw Rings looking at her sadly and couldn’t help but squeeze her into the duffel bag too. “Sorry, it’s a tight fit,” she said as she gently stroked her fur and zipped the bag shut. ‘If someone saw me talking to my stuffed animals, they’d be even more convinced I’m a baby!’ Beth grimaced, even though she knew she had never grown out of talking to her stuffies and dolls when stressed. Beth sighed as she left her room and went to the elevator after ducking into the restroom to repair her makeup. Beth was always reserved with how much she put on, having discovered in high school that she got accused of playing dress-up if she did too much. On the opposite side, without it at all, they would accuse her of being a first grader! Beth had some friends that were her height and had things like breast augmentation nanites to help, but she was content with her body shape the way it was. For better or worse, she was barely better endowed than a Little, so it only made the makeup balancing act worse. She tossed on a coat since it was already dropping below freezing when she returned from classes. ‘Be nice if we at least had some snow or something,’ she thought as the elevator descended. Tracy, the RA from her floor, came in from outside as she walked up. “Hey Beth, how are you doing?” Beth sighed as she looked at the taller girl, “I’ve had better days, honestly?” “I heard? It’s okay, you know; protection isn’t the worst thing…?” Beth felt her eyes narrow, “What are you talking about?” “Oh… I mean…” “I’m not sure what you mean, Tracy, but I’m beginning to wonder? I’m taking off for the weekend; see you later.” “Wait, you can’t…? Not with your…?” Beth dodged the taller girl’s arm and went out the door. “You need to come back!” she heard even as she saw a Luxuria vehicle on the street beyond the dorm. “You aren’t…!” Beth didn’t run but hurried to confirm it was the correct car. “Miss Sylvester, welcome!” the holographic AI said as she approached. “Hi,” she said as she climbed into the vehicle. The door shut as she saw Tracy trying to come to follow her. “Is there a problem, Miss Sylvester?” the hologram asked. “Not one you need to worry about; please just take me to the Westerfields as planned?” “Certainly, Miss,” she said. Beth dialed her dad, “Hey, Daddy…?” GRANDMA HAD CARRIED me upstairs to ‘my’ room and helped me find the drawer she’d stashed Pull-Ups in when her phone rang. Surprisingly, she preferred a physical telephone over the contact wearable device many others liked. “Hello?” “Oh, well, good evening, Cameron! It’s good to hear from you; what’s going on?” I realized she had drawn her phone from her wrist where it had been lying like an old snap bracelet. As she turned to face away from me, I used the opportunity to pull down my pants and swap out the underwear. I had barely leaked urine into the Pull-Up, but it was evident that the indicator graphics for that spot had gone out. In their place now, a frowny face showed up in blue, declaring me a potty failure right then. I sighed as I pulled my pants up and saw a diaper disposal can next to my mom’s old changing table. I dropped it inside before walking to the attached bathroom and washing my hands. As I came out, I heard Grandma say, “Of course, we’d be happy to have her hang out here for the weekend!” Grandma made some polite conclusions to the conversation, and I looked up at her curiously. “That was Cameron, Beth’s dad. Apparently, something is happening with her, so he asked if she could hang out here for the weekend while he works to sort it out with Emerson. Hope you don’t mind?” I smiled, “That’s great!” “You two hanging out at all?” “We have one of my film classes together. We’ve been eating meals together occasionally. I also like her friends – they’re nice. What’s going on at school?” “He didn’t go into it?” I sighed, “Hopefully, it’s not more of the stuff she was dealing with earlier. I don’t know if it’s because she made friends with me or just made the wrong person mad, but they tried to make it seem like she was having accidents and needed diapers.” “Oh?” Grandma asked. “I don’t know much more than they had a recording of it and were able to bust the student who did it. The girl is now in the same nest as my friend Ava.” “A Big?” I nodded, “Looks a bit out of place, but no doubt she’s using those diapers!” “Maybe I’ll make some inquiries of my own…?” She said. She looked at her watch, and I realized her phone had just conformed to her wrist. “It’ll be about forty-five minutes until she gets here. I’ll hold off on dinner until she makes it here.” “Where’s she going to sleep?” I asked. “Shelby has a spare bed in this house that she can sleep in. Beth is short enough that it should work for her.” “Does she ever sleep in there?” “Not much anymore,” Grandma said. “Once in a while, like on Christmas, they stay here.” I nodded, “Okay, well, I’m going to work on some homework in the meantime?” She patted my back, “Sounds like a good idea!” I opened my personal computer on the desk in the room. I opened up the copy of the script I had copied over via email so I could work on it outside of the approved hours for Emerson Littles. I added another eleven script pages in little moments the past couple of days, leaving me about sixty to ensure I hit that pilot length we were shooting for. I briefly worried about Kelly’s script and shook my head, sure that most people would prefer a more exciting film like mine! I was closing in on finishing my sixth page of action and dialogue writing when everything went dark, and hands went over my eyes. “Huh?” “Guess who?” I shook my head, “Hi, Shelby,” and turned to see her. Beth was standing behind her, laughing. “Hey, Beth,” I said. I stood up, and Shelby hugged me, “I’m glad you’re back this weekend!” “Your Grandma sent us to come get you,” Beth said. I nodded, “Okay, let me just save this.” I didn’t trust autosaves and believed in backing up major projects regularly! I approached the tall steps and sighed, knowing that getting down them would look ridiculous to Beth. She giggled behind me, “You really did come through short!” I turned to her, “Don’t tell me you’re just now realizing that!” She shook her head, “Come here,” she said. To my shock and utter embarrassment, Beth picked me up, put me on her side easily like a mother and toddler, and began stepping down the stairs like it was no big deal. She sat me down at the bottom, “Sorry if I overstepped, but you’re kind of cute when you’re nervous.” I blushed, and she gave me a side hug before we all walked to the large table where Aunt Bella, Grandpa, and Ryan were sitting. ‘My’ highchair was sitting next to a chair without a booster, and I remembered a booster seat on the other side being Shelby’s. “Beth, would you please help Connor into that highchair?” Grandma said as she walked in with a couple of plates piled high with food to set on the large table. “Sure,” Beth said, picked me up again, quickly maneuvered me into the chair, and pushed it towards the table. When she was sitting down, I looked at her, “You know you’re shorter than a Big, but you have no problems picking me up… it’s weird.” She laughed, “Well, surely you would be just the size of a child back home? Plus, while I’m short, I’m still not a Little?” I shook my head, “Still weird!” Dinner was a roast beef and mashed potatoes meal that Grandma had made taste amazing! My serving was tiny compared to Grandma and Grandpa’s portions, but I was still overly full by the end! By then, it was about ten minutes until I had to be in bed at the Nest. Grandma approached the chair and embarrassedly used a baby wipe on my face and hands like I had just seen her do with Aunt Bella! “Grandma…” I whined. She laughed, “Sorry, Connor, I can’t help myself!” She tickled my side momentarily and sat me down on the floor. “What do you two want to do for the rest of the night?” She asked us. “Umm…?” Beth looked at me, “Not that I’m about to say anything, but isn’t Connor supposed to be in bed?” Grandma laughed, “Please don’t say anything, but you both can stay up as long as you want. He doesn’t seem to have the problems with sleep most Littles do from what I saw last week.” “Huh,” Beth said, looking at me, “How about we put pajamas on and watch a movie?” She looked at Shelby and Ryan, “You two can join us too?” Ryan shook his head, “I do need to get some sleep; I have work tomorrow that I have to do.” “You just scheduled that so you wouldn’t have to be around for Meggy’s birthday party!” Shelby laughed. His blush confirmed that, but he shrugged and didn’t care, “I still need to get some sleep.” “Tomorrow is going to be a long day, sweetheart,” Aunt Bella told her daughter. “Fine, tomorrow we three are going to have a slumber party at our house,” Shelby said, looking at us. “Sounds like fun!” Beth said with a smile. We watched them go and walked over to the staircase together. “Want a ride?” Beth asked me. I groaned but said, “If you’re sure?” “You’re probably only about a third of my weight, Connor. I lifted more in high school for athletics workouts!” I blushed but said, “Please then…” She laughed and carried me up. When she reached the top, we realized she had an audience, and she turned and saw Grandma below taking a picture of the two of us. “Your parents will enjoy that picture!” Beth blushed bright red then too! She dropped me off in my room while she went for her pajamas. I looked through the drawers and realized all I had for pajamas were babyish footed onesie pajamas. I grimaced but grabbed a relatively plain grey set. It wasn’t until I was holding them that I realized they were hooded, and there was a snout on the hood. “What do you think, my little dolphin?” Grandma said, coming in. I blushed, “She’s going to make fun of me if I wear these?” “She might tease you a little, but you and I know you’ll enjoy it!” “What are you talking about?” I asked. She shook her head, “Never mind. Do you think you need a diaper for bed tonight? You said other than that one explosive event, you haven’t wet the bed?” I shook my head, “I shouldn’t have a problem? The Pull-Up should catch anything if I did?” She thought briefly, “It should? Make sure you go to the potty before bed, though!” “Yes, ma’am,” I said. “Well, get going with putting those on then,” she smiled, “I know I can’t wait to see you wearing them. I am sure your mom will love pictures too!” I blushed but went to the bathroom and changed. The Pull-Up seemed clean and dry, so after I finished using the stool to reach the smaller toilet in the room, I just pulled it back up and stepped into the pajamas. I was surprised to realize they didn’t zip up. Instead, they had a long seamed section that pulled itself together to self-seal. ‘Magnets?’ I wondered. I pulled them apart to ensure they weren’t some weird locking clothing, but they came apart more effortlessly than a zip would. When closed, they made it seem like the garment was seamless. It felt snug and really soft against my skin as I washed my hands. I blushed when I realized a soft dorsal fin was sticking up in the middle of the back. Curious, I pulled the hood over my head and knew anyone who saw me would be cooing at ‘how cute’ I was. Out in my bedroom, Beth was there dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeve top. The pajamas had a simple floral pattern and looked much more grown up than mine. “Oh my god! Those are adorable!!!” She squealed. I blushed, “I thought they were just gray when I went to grab them…” She laughed, “I guess I should have brought my red panda ones from home.” “You have ones like this?” She laughed, “Footed pajamas are not just for babies! I have several sets back at the dorm! I should have brought them… I have a stuffed red panda named Rings, so my mom bought me matching pajamas for Christmas a couple years ago.” “I saw pictures,” Grandma said, coming into the room. I watched Beth turn bright red, “She wasn’t supposed to share those with anyone!” “You didn’t make your daddy make the same promise?” She smirked. “Ugh!!!” She groaned, “I need the pictures of him in his matching set! That’s not fair!” Grandma laughed at her, and we followed her downstairs to the living room, where she somehow already had some bowls of popcorn and two lidded cups. “I don’t need a sippy cup…” Beth was clearly a little offended. “Sorry, house rules. I make Meg use one here, and I even have one I use when I sit here too. Got tired of cleaning up couches!” “Oh,” Beth said. “Then where’s yours?” “In the kitchen, I figured I’d give you two the chance to hang out without us old people around. Make sure you turn the lights out when you go to bed.” “Okay,” I found myself saying. I’d been shown how to work the Holo-Screen and get to the movies last weekend, so I turned things on and handed Beth the remote, “I don’t even know movies here. Pick something you want to watch?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 
Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button for this chapter! Comments are always really, really super appreciated as well! So... funny story! Last night I got home from work and started editing Chapter 42, and I had it all ready to post. Overnight I was thinking... 'Wait, I have that in this chapter, but that didn't happen yet?' Long story short, I had an issue with my Word document that meant I had edited Chapter 43 last night. That means there's another chapter ready to post, though... If I see enough likes, I'll post it this weekend as a bonus chapter since it's ready to go! Next week then, will be the final Friday posting I'm going to be making for a while. I'll be transitioning to Saturday, I think, after that for a while. With my work schedule for the next couple of months, things will probably continue shifting some. If you’ve enjoyed this or any of my other works, consider supporting me by purchasing copies of them on Amazon Kindle! (And if you do so pretty, please consider leaving me a 5-star review (you can leave the stars, and no public reviews are viewable then!))

Here's a short chapter for you guys. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you again for reading and reacting, it means a lot to me and keeps me motivated. Chapter 8: Settling in The following days were pretty much routine. As weird as my situation was, I was getting into the routine of sleeping, waking up to a diaper change and clean up, having my frail body stretched and moved, and now was added the new element of being strapped in my wheelchair turned high chair with a bib on to ingest thickened water. At first, my stomach was unable to take more than a few spoonfuls of the stuff before throwing up, so it seemed like Soraya was aiming to start with very little of it and progressively get to more. And after a few days, it did become more. Of course, most of it still did end up on the bib because of my horrible muscle coordination, but what I did manage to successfully ingest became more and more, and I was able to do that without fainting, though I did puke again a few more times. I was also noticing the effect of having better hydration. The more water they got into me, the longer it felt I was able to stay awake before falling back asleep again. Of course, it also showed in my diaper, which I noticed now had to be changed more often than before. I suspect it still isn’t enough for them to remove my saline, however. The plastic bag is still permanently attached to my arm with a tube, without any sign of being removed. There’s also the issue of the water stuff they’ve been feeding me, which doesn't look like it has any nutritional value to it. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever eat again, though once again I seem to remember my nurse saying I would. I suppose my stomach is still too fragile to handle any kind of food yet. With that said, at this point in time, I do notice that my tolerance for water has gotten better. It takes a very long time to feed it to me, which makes me wonder if they’ll ever find a more efficient method than just spooning everything into my mouth like an infant eating gruel. The thought crosses my mind that since I’m already infantilized as much as I am, they might as well get the baby analogy all the way and try feeding me from a baby bottle. The thought makes me chuckle a bit. I’m still feeling a bit weird about the whole infantilizing thing that comes with my condition. On one hand, I’m really grateful to be alive, and I know everybody is taking great care of me, given my circumstances. I also do have moments of real levity, especially when my mom visits or when I’m around Soraya. On the other hand, despite my extremely blurry memory, I do still get flashes of my old life from time to time. In those moments, when I vaguely remember going out with friends and family, going to school, walking to the bus stop… In those moments I feel pangs of deep sadness. My current situation has made my life so small in comparison, reducing it to one room, a few people and a rigid routine of basically being treated like a baby. In those moments I miss my past autonomy very deeply, and sometimes even wonder if waking up was even worth it if it means being stuck that way. Having those thoughts can sometimes send me into a bit of a frenzy, and I often end up breaking into bawling, which always gets someone to show up to try to calm me down. Those tantrums of mine often make me wonder if there might be something wrong in my brain with emotional control. Considering how broken the rest of my brain is, that wouldn’t be very surprising. There’s also all the constant aches and pains, which are just a fact of my life now. My crooked back especially seems to be taking very poorly to moving again after what must have been years of near complete immobility. My body is also covered in bed sores, which are slowly getting better as I’m moving towards a more active lifestyle, but which still hurts a lot. Worst of all, however, are the headaches. Those can happen seemingly at random, and feel like someone is drilling in my brain with a power tool, and they are often the sign that I’m about to have another one of my all too common seizures. If the emotional pain of my lost life makes me wonder about the purpose of being awake, the physical pain of those headaches definitely make the idea of staying down in the darkness even more enticing. The only real levity through all of this really is the warmth of the people around me. As much as it can sometimes make me feel silly, I really do appreciate how everyone makes such an effort at being nice to me. While my poor emotional control sometimes makes me lash out into tantrums when I get frustrated, and their efforts to calm me down with cooing noises and soft words can aggravate me even more rather than reduce my anger, I still do feel very grateful for their presence in my life. Be it my peppy nurse Marie-Claude, my mom or Soraya, they have become my whole life, and I know I owe my very survival to them. I do literally trust them with my life, and this brings about a level of gratefulness I don’t remember ever having felt in my entire life. This bedroom and institution now feel like my entire universe, and I do wonder if I’ll ever even feel ready to go out in the real world. I try to avoid thinking of the great white expense I glimpsed from the living room window, which I have returned to a few times now, but always avoid looking at because of how terrifying it seems. I also try to avoid thinking about my brother, who reminds me how long I’ve been out. This often leads me to think about my friends, whom I can barely even remember. How would I react to seeing them? How have they changed? It feels a bit weird that none of them have visited yet, when I’ve now been awake for at least a few weeks now, though I feel thankful for it, thinking about my reaction to seeing my brother’s face. For now, I think I really do prefer for my world to stay small. It feels safer that way, and closer to the darkness that I’ve lived in for the past years.

Hey everyone. I'm hoping to post another chapter tomorrow, but if I can't I won't be able to post another one until Sunday at the earliest (if that). Regardless, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 9: Session 23 “At last, I finally see the Little that I’ve always hoped for from this project… well, mostly…” I looked at the screens before me and saw a new vision of Ron taking hold. “I am now going to note that the incident at the daycare a few days ago was likely the turning point for Ron as a subject during this project, in terms of viewing himself as a Little and at least the partial acceptance of what comes along with that title.” I spotted the Little currently playing around with his monkey on the monitors at a playdate with Olly yesterday. “Either from a broken will or, more likely, an acceptance of his newfound life, Ron has now acclimated to several aspects of being a Little.” The obviously diapered Little began to act out a few scenes with Louie in front of Olly, both Little’s shortalls straining over top their cutely designed onesies. “After the incident at the daycare, Joy took it in stride and has begun to implement several new routines for Ron. Little-appropriate clothing has begun to replace most of his original clothing, and he has only accepted them for their sense of comfort and security alongside his diapers. The patterns so far, beyond a few noted exception, have all been accepted as just a caveat with their benefits.” I then switched to a different view of Ron now back at daycare from the previous day. “As he confided in an obviously increasingly worried Ashley while at daycare that day, the clothing ‘ensures that my diapers stay in place or can be changed when needed.’ He even went as far to make a joke about that no Little really wants to stay in a poopy diaper all day long. Needless to say, Ashley has continued to weather through his changes as a true friend, but her apprehension over his newly changed status worries me. Further monitoring will be necessary to ensure she does not derail the project from the Littles she interacts with.” I switched the monitor once more to yesterday after Olly and Ron had been put down for a nap during their playdate. “While Olly has demonstrated his acceptance in his own study, Ron has come to openly enjoy some aspects of his life more now that the breaking point of wearing and using diapers has been passed.” Ron lay cutely scrunched up against Louie and peacefully sucked his thumb while on his nap mat next to Olly sleeping in his crib. “While not implemented by our project, I believe that Joy’s previous efforts of placing his thumb in his mouth at night have finally come to fruition. The digit often passively enters his mouth of his own accord during most periods of rest or even growing times where he needs to concentrate on something that he is actively engaged in. This can range from simple puzzles to even reading, but further usage of his thumb as a passive state is still yet to be achieved.” I stood up and then popped on the RealET system. “Joy of course has been guiding him through this whole process and I firmly believe that Ron has now truly accepted her into his life. As of what her role is remains unknown, but now diapered regardless, Ron has been allowed to accompany Joy on her errands if desired. Due to his increasing closeness with her, Ron readily accepted an offer to join her at the mall today.” My image then fade and the picture came to halt on Joy’s car pulling up the mall. The mall was a large and sprawling structure where the lower two levels of the four-story structure had been embedded in the ground. Big society had taken to the notion of malls with a gleeful abandon and this mall slightly outside of town on the intersection between our large community and another, was a prime example of the recently added addition to our society from Ron’s own portal dimension. Our trade agreement allowed them to receive our patents for renewable energy programs and air purifying devices to clean up their own planet, but we had gotten things like malls… Of course, we also got a fresh batch of Littles for our society, but that wasn’t the type of thing one jotted down in a formal treaty with such a weaponized and trigger-happy people. Anyways, Joy pulled up and parked outside one of the six main entryways into the mall and then helped Ron get out of his car seat. It was one of the newer additions to Ron’s life, but it had been easily justified when Joy had mentioned the notion of heated or massage chairs and rapidly accessible sound systems or cup holders as possible add-ons, of course all designed by our company. In truth, even I was tempted to get a version of the seat once Joy had finished convincing Ron of its usefulness and comfort. “Come on, honey. We’ve got a few things to do today, and I want to try and see if we can do all of them by the time you’ve been taking your nap,” Joy said as she hoisted the now ever-present diaper bag on her shoulder. Ron cutely saluted back at her to confirm that he would do his best to ensure that would happen, all the while still holding Louie tightly with his non-saluting arm. Joy just giggled at his antics and began to guide her Little toward the large mall. Nearing the entrance, Joy stopped in place after reading a large sign above the multiple glass doors, ‘All Littles Must Be Diapered and In Strollers to Enter.’ “Oh, shoot! I completely forgot about the whole stroller bit.” Ron looked a little uneasy at the notion, but then just simply turned to Joy. “It’s okay, Joy. I don’t want to be a fuss or anything… I’ll sit in the stroller… for you.” Once again, Joy was outwardly shocked at her Littles willingness to make her life easier, but in truth, we both knew this day was coming. Ron had been getting one of the best workouts of his life as he had walked around on his own and with Joy to the park most days, but the inclusion of the diaper had only made the walk more difficult. Plus, Ron had happily watched a cartoon about a king who was carried everywhere on his royal litter. Since then, every time Ron had spotted a stroller pass the two of them by, he almost seemed envious. As if to confirm his motivations further from the notion of being treated as royalty of sorts, Ron proudly announced, “Besides, I’ll practically be a king with you carting me everywhere.” Joy’s shocked expression soon vanished, and she playfully smiled back. “Oh, your majesty,” she said with a smidge of sarcasm and humor, going even as far as to bow before him. “Your royal carriage awaits.” “Very well,” Ron said, with a perfumed air about his demeanor as he leaned into the notion that he was royalty. Repeated playdates with Olly and his inclusion with his new group at daycare had greatly eased his acceptance of playing pretend around others. It was readily obvious at the park and daycare, but it had begun to bleed into other aspects of his life as well. Joy then led the way and stopped off at the large holding station of strollers near the front entrance just inside the doors. “One please,” she announced to the person behind the counter. The attendant stared at Joy and, after standing a bit, then at Ron. He said nothing but simply gave her a ticket in which to scan to unlock the provided strollers, mostly meant for new caregivers. Ron only blushed as he clearly realized that the attendant was checking to see if he was first, a Little, and secondly, diapered. Ron hadn’t picked out his clothing this morning, just letting Joy do all the work, but still mindful of his feelings, she had opted for a green onesie that tucked into a pair of simple dark blue shorts. Of course, the onesie bore a large picture of the Blur on it, an alien superhero with super strength, flight, laser vision, frost breath and a whole host of other powers, but it still seemed to be a relatively more mature outfit as compared to what other Littles were wearing in the mall. Getting in the large blue stroller after Joy had popped it out of its holding stall, Ron adjusted himself and she leaned in to check on him. “All comfy?” Ron nodded, all the while still holding tightly onto Louie. “Good. Now, I won’t strap you in or anything, but I need you stay put unless I let you out, okay?” Ron nodded but then timidly asked, “Can I ask why?” “Of course, sweetie. You see, this mall is more Big-friendly in places, so Littles are just a bit more restricted around here.” She then sighed. “To be honest, they don’t want you all running around and potentially breaking things.” “But that wouldn’t be me,” Ron defended himself with a hint of sadness. “Oh, I know that honey, but there can’t be exceptions to these types of rules. I wish there were, but we just need to deal with the consequences now as we always do.” Ron seemed to ponder the notion for a moment but then just nodded and leaned back in the cushioned seat in resignation that he could do nothing about the rule. Satisfied that he was all settled, Joy placed Ron’s diaper bag in the pouch underneath and then took off. At the Melon store, Joy browsed through several of the latest model options for a new phone and Ron sat quietly looking entranced at all the technology around him. Large and sterile walls easily exaggerated all the new products such as phones, computers, and music players that Melon Inc. had to offer. Just one of these products could have made Ron a millionaire back home in his own dimension, but he seemed more preoccupied now with the expressive colors of one of the monitors that flashed before him. Next, at the furniture store, Ron began to wiggle about and clearly wanted out of the stroller. A quick reminder from Joy though had him sit still once again as she looked over some of the possible new bedding options for her own bedroom. Ron didn’t see from the confines of his seat, but Joy was also looking at some of the more babyish themes of bedding and furniture just behind him. ‘Soon…’ At the candle and bath product store, Joy finally relented to all the squirming that Ron seemed to be doing now. It looked like positively infantile behavior from an outside perspective, but I also that Ron still wasn’t used to staying in one space for so long. “Alright, I’m going to let you out, but one slip up, and you’re back in here…” Ron silently nodded toward the crouched Joy in front of him. “Good. Now, stay in view with me and don’t make me regret this.” Ron once again nodded at the consequences of a possible slip up, but then took his chance and quickly hopped out of the stroller. All around were bottles and containers of all sizes and each was filled with a unique candle, body wash, lotion, shampoo, and practically anything else one needed to feel comfortable and clean. Wandering away from Joy for just a little bit, though periodically checking to ensure that she was still in view, Ron came to some fresh-scented candles. Peering over and into a few, he removed some of the lids and gave them some giant sniffs to get a sample of their luxurious and sometimes exotic odors. His eyes briefly fluttered and danced about in ecstasy over their wonderous aromas. Satisfied, Ron stepped back but then almost tripped over himself. Obviously frustrated with his still new lack of coordination after the video the other day, he looked down for a reason and spotted that his shoes were now both untied. “Of course they are…” Ron said exaggeratedly as he rolled his eyes. He then crouched down and tried but ultimately was only able to fumble around with his laces. Of course, as the video had also affected his hand-eye coordination, tying the laces had become more of a difficulty in recent days. Now, here in the store and out in public, he faced no exception to this new quality in his daily life. Normally, Joy would have stepped in by now, but she was already on the other side of the store and chatting with a salesperson. So, after the fifth try and a large sigh over not having any luck still, a kindly young onlooking worker at the store walked up next to him. “Hey there, sweetie. You need help?” she asked innocently of the Little. Ron looked at the high school-looking student and sighed over the indignity of such a question from someone who was at least younger in their years alive, maturity being an entirely different metric here. Almost everyone else would have been better, but he seemed to be all alone with her and after a quick glance, Ron could see that Joy was just starting to check out. I could see that he knew that he needed his laces tied and the younger Big did offer, so Ron just let out a tiny almost inaudible groan. “I… well, uh… I think it’s just stress, but… I don’t know, maybe?” The girl giggled cutely. “Well, that’s okay sweetie.” The brunette pig-tailed Big then crouched down as Ron stood up to free the space around both his shoes. “I know these things can be a bit tricky. Surprised you don’t just go with some Velcro straps like all the other Littles around here that I see.” Ron blushed at the insinuation over the lack of his abilities but wisely decided not to make a big deal out of it. “I guess I’m just new to all this… could tie my shoes the other day, but as I said… probably just stress.” The girl then finished tying both shoes without comment and stood partially back up to meet Ron’s gaze. “I’m Daisy by the way. What’s your name cutie?” “Ron,” he answered as he blushed a bit, “and thank you… you know… for the shoes…” Daisy just giggled once again and then stood fully back up. “So polite, but you’re very welcome, Ron. Now, where’s your momm…” “Caregiver…” Ron corrected still, “she’s…” “Right here,” Joy announced as she wheeled the stroller over to the two, now finished with her purchases at the store. She then turned to Daisy. “I’m sorry, was Ron here causing trouble?” Ron then looked very fearful, but Daisy was a good-natured Big and wouldn’t lie just to feel a surge of power over a Little like other Bigs might have. “Oh no, ma’am. Ron’s shoes were just untied. That’s all. In fact, you have a very polite Little here. Wish all my charges were so well behaved…” “Oh wonderful but wait… Charges… are you a…” Joy seemed to be searching for just the right word, “afternoon caretaker?” she worded carefully, an obvious attempt not to upset Ron. Daisy looked confused for a moment, but obviously being at least a little bright, looked quickly at Ron and put everything together with what Joy was trying to do. “Oh, yes! Definitely! Part time work here only pays so much, but my afternoon caretaker job is a nice bonus. Always looking to take on new Littles… especially such cuties like Ron here. Ron could only blush and the Little actually shrank quietly back into the stroller. Both women “Awwed” over the scene, but after a little more interaction between the two, Joy then said her goodbyes to move on with their shopping excursion. “Thanks for stopping by now, you two! See you later, Ron! Can’t wait to come over whenever you might need!” she called out as Joy exited the store while still waving goodbye. The pair then made their way over to a large, designated zone where several Littles were playing. “Here we go,” Joy announced. “Hop out, Ron. You might want to stretch for a bit. We’re about to do some clothes shopping and I definitely can’t let you out in there unless it’s an emergency. Best to get all your wiggles out now.” Not needing to be told twice, Ron nodded and eagerly bounded out of the stroller. The next few moments were spent with Ron eagerly bouncing around with some of the other Littles there. Due to Ron’s drop in regression, I had noticed that his previous aversion to the younger Littles no longer seemed to be present. Either from a lack of ego or just pure acceptance of the situation, Ron only wouldn’t interact with the crawlers or the truly regressed. This had first been instilled at daycare, but this was more as a form of safety for all involved rather than a prejudice of sorts at this point. After a while, Joy checked her watch and then called Ron back over. Waddling back, Joy halted him before he entered the stroller again. “Wait one minute, sweetie. I need to do a check…” Ron groaned as he looked down and noticed the slightly bulkier bulge under his pants so then just allowed Joy to do what she needed. It was still an annoyance, but it was evident that it was becoming routine and increasingly necessary now as Ron’s control began to vanish completely. Joy quickly unsnapped some of the poppers in his shorts and then snaked her hand into the crotch of his onesie. Ron blushed furiously but didn’t make a move. “Hmmm… just a little wet. Not as bad as I was expecting with your puffier pants look going on, but you should still be good for a bit.” Ron only nodded his head in shame over his mounting incontinence, but with his acceptance, he just stood back and allowed himself to soon be snapped back up. Looking around while Joy loaded up the stroller after taking a ‘Little and Me’ magazine out to read, I could see Ron quickly survey the Littles in front of him. While he no longer balked over playing with other Littles, today was the first chance that Ron had to truly see some of the other regressed Littles outside the project’s, or company’s other experiments, own scope. Some sported vacant glares while others were clearly marked underneath their cute clothing with faint scar lines, a product of a rapidly diminishing bygone era. Still, it clearly made an impact on the Little. “Joy…” She then looked up after putting the diaper bag back in the rear of the stroller. “Yes, Ron?” “I… I just want to thank you.” “For what, sweetie?” Joy asked, now walking over and crouching down to meet Ron’s gaze, one that almost seemed a thousand miles away. “Seeing these other Littles and their Bigs… I just want to say that I feel more secure with you… you took me in when you didn’t have to, and I know some stuff has happened…” he casually brushed his hand absent mindedly against the bulge of his covered diaper, “but you were still there for me… it means a lot that you just want to help me, and not all… that…” Ron trailed off as he looked over at the other Littles nearby. ‘Oh, Ron…’ Joy saw the other Littles as well and nodded and let out a tiny sigh. “Well, thank you sweetie. That means a lot to me to hear coming from you. I know all this hasn’t been easy, but you‘ve been such a trooper. You’re a wonderful Little and I couldn’t be happier that you’re in my life.” Ron blushed a bit at the comment and Joy then patted his shoulder. “Now, come on. We’ve got a little shopping left to do. So, you just ease back and let me take it from here.” Ron only smiled and resettled himself back in the stroller, now content to just let time pass over him in silent peace and security over his knowledge that he had one of the good caregivers. The pair then meandered through the mall and to the large clothing store at the far end. Having just run around and gotten up early today, I could see that Ron was quickly nodding off in his comfortable seat. As Joy selected her first dress to try on, Ron’s slight boredom and exhaustion caught up with him and he soon quickly dozed off. When Ron awoke, I could tell right away that he was startled and embarrassed by what he was greeted with. First, his hand traveled down toward his now even puffier diaper and gave it an experimental poke. After an exaggerated sigh, he then realized that he was absent mindedly and peacefully sucking on his thumb. “Aghhh!” Ron then yanked the digit out of his mouth and looked at it like an old friend who had betrayed him. Clearly, sucking his thumb in private was still far different than sucking it in public for the Little. “Everything okay in there, sweetie?” Joy asked as she stopped the stroller and then leaned in to check on her Little. “Uh, yeah… it was nothing…” Ron tried to pass off, still obviously too embarrassed to admit what had happened with his thumb. Joy was less convinced and crouched down in front of him to talk to her Little more directly. “I saw you pass out when I went to try on my clothing, so I just let you sleep for a bit. You might have a shorter nap later, but that’s okay.” Her eyes then drifted down to Ron’s now very puffy crotch. A detailed outline of his diaper could now be seen across his shorts to any discerning caregiver who happened to be looking. “Hmmm… let me check again.” Joy then repeated the process she had done earlier. “Still not absolutely terrible. Amazing… I think you should be able to last until the end of our little shopping trip today.” Ron then whimpered a little bit. “I know, I know, honey. Not the best, but… the entrance has a private changing station. I figured you would prefer that… That is, unless you want to change in one of the public ones…” Joy said slyly in jest. “No, no, no,” Ron said defensively as Joy snapped his shorts back up. “Private is better.” Joy smirked at his defense and then wheeled Ron closer to the food court, apparently their last stop for the day. Ron was already sniffing the delectable air, and I knew from experience that he was probably being bombarded with a litany of smells including fresh pretzels, gooey cookies, fried chicken, and so many others. It was times like these where I wished the RealET system could have transmitted smells as well. ‘Maybe the next version…’ Before entering the main area of the food court and table area, Joy soon stopped the stroller. “Are we not getting food?” Ron asked inquisitively. “I figured we were due for another stop anyway… just one more.” Ron groaned a bit, and the stroller shook a little after he plopped back into his seat. “You don’t know where we are do you?” Joy asked, clearly understanding the frustration of her Little. “Something before the food court? I don’t know… something entertaining?” Ron guessed. “Very close, but that doesn’t quite cover it. Here, take a step out and see for yourself.” Ron did as he was instructed and then froze in place at the view before him. It was a toy store. It was more than that in reality though. While a high demand for Littles often came with its own negatives for said Littles, there were some fringe benefits. Toy stores were at the tip of that benefit, as clearly evidenced by the large store that now filled Ron’s vision at the mall. Not even being the largest store at the mall, this place still boasted more space than most of the major chain stores that drew people from all around to come here for. Gadzooks! was a chain toy store that boasted some of the most elaborate interactive displays in the western hemisphere and had all the latest and greatest technology that one could hope to entertain themselves with. When ensuring there was going to be a mall near our experimental town, we knew which store we just had to have for our Little population. Outside were several of their products that practically leapt from their window displays and from what almost looked like holes in the brick façade. Each was more enticing than the last and easily pulled you inside the store. Inside, an aroma of sugar and chocolate could be smelled, and toys of all kinds danced overhead or were easily accessible on the ground level to test out. Our technology had advanced in many ways, but now, it had begun to creep into our entertainment and our toys could now last for decades; perfect for any permanent Little. Ron walked into the store with his eyes nearly glazed over and mouth agape in wonderment. Joy cutely followed behind with the stroller and allowed her Little some free reign in here for being so good at the mall today. I knew she was also rewarding him with a toy to partially assuage her own guilt over everything happening, but to Ron by now, receiving a toy usually mattered more than the actual ‘why’ of the situation. Joy soon guided Ron over to one particular section and his eyes bulged out more if it was even possible when he saw the very action figures that he had seen the other day when visiting Olly. “I saw you playing with these the other day, so as a reward for being so good today, you can pick two.” Having the entire Equity Alliance team to choose from, Ron debated for a good ten minutes before finally selecting the Blur and the Bullet, another superhero that could run at speeds faster than lightning. Ron held them up proudly and both went nicely with his already Blur-adorned onesie. No doubt, from the look on Ron’s face, I could already see him concocting a litany of ways to brag that he had gotten two of the figures of the set that Olly did not have, but for now, he just looked extremely cute. For her part, Joy practically squealed in excitement over the image before her. True, Olly hadn’t paid attention to some of the other more plush or cuddly toys, but he never balked once at choosing something so obviously designated as a toy. It was another step towards success for the project. Ron soon composed himself and walked back over to Joy to present his bounty. “These two,” he said proudly holding up both for Joy to see more clearly. “Excellent choice, sweetie,” Joy beamed. “I’m sure they’ll be the envy of all the other Littles when you show them off. Now, anything else you want to get while we’re still here?” Ron looked perplexed over the question, as it was Joy herself that had said only two toys, but given the invitation, he wasted only seconds before looking around the rest of the store. His eyes were still filled with wonder, and he even briefly looked at the stuffy aisle ahead of him, but he also then looked backward to the stroller and at Louie. “No, I’m good,” he said eventually after a deep sigh. “Okay. We can always come back if you change your mind though…” Joy said almost wistfully. Joy then quickly made her purchase of the two toys and the pair set off for the food court. As it was the peak of lunchtime, several of the tables were taken, so Joy wheeled the stroller over to a single table to claim first. It was tall and Joy knew that Ron would have difficulty eating there by himself at that height. It was of course all by design to keep the Littles feeling helpless, but I could tell she was wondering just how far she could take it today. Questions like, ‘would he need a bib’ or ‘will he even be able to reach the table’ no doubt were plaguing her mind at the moment. Ron quickly popped onto the seat however without comment and the two just pondered for a moment on what to get for lunch. Joy decided on a wrap with some chips while Ron opted for the Littles nuggets next door. “Now you just wait here, okay? Don’t move and keep your eyes fixed on me. Call for help and I’ll hear you if anyone comes to bother you.” Ron seemed apprehensive over being left alone but then just nodded and focused on his two new toys and Louie. Just as Joy turned to get the order though, Ron called out, “Joy, wait!” Joy halted and the Little bounced out of his seat and ran with his arms wide straight into her legs and hugged them tightly. “Woah there, buddy. Easy now.” Ron just smiled and blushed a bit. “Sorry… I just wanted to say thank you for the toys. I realized I didn’t say it before and well, uh… I just wanted you to know…” Joy smiled over the growing affection that Ron obviously had for her. They were still less than a month into the project and Ron was already showing tremendous strides to happily being her Little. A few more pushes and she would have the perfect Little and her phase of the trial would be considered a success. “Awww, you’re very welcome sweetie. But you were also really good for me here at the mall today.” Joy briefly spotted a Little who was currently sniffling and rubbing his butt nearby a still-furious Big. “You have no idea just how much, but the toys are just an immediate way that I can say thank you to you as well.” “Well… I really do try…” Joy pulled him out of his hug and crouched down to meet his gaze. “I know you do, honey. You mean so much to me… I don’t think you’ll ever really know just how much…” Joy averted her gaze and looked like she was trying to compose herself. After a moment, she just grinned back at the slightly perplexed Little in front of her. “Now, how about some food?” “Yes, please,” Ron said eagerly. “Right,” Joy said, standing back up. “One order of lunch coming right up!” Ron then got back in his seat as Joy walked triumphantly to get their food. After a moment, Ron looked away from Joy briefly and spotted a few other Littles around him. In only a second, Ron then quickly looked away and blushed. Nearby, one Little was making a mess while being spoon fed and another was breastfeeding all out in the open. Based on his look, I really couldn’t tell what was going on through his head as I usually could. ‘Was it disgust? Horror? Shock? Maybe even… envy?’ Regardless, knowing Joy and her dedication to the project by now, I knew I wouldn’t have long to wait to know for sure.

Part 5 Just after 3pm the main door opened and I saw parents begin to come and collect their children. One or two looked my way and obviously enquired about my presence. Miss Sylvia chatted to them and I saw them nod as if they now understood. I have no idea what was said but suspect, like everything else in this place, my personal information was shared by everyone. I was trying to hide away as I was still only wearing a t-shirt (as distinctive as it was) and thick childish padding but there were few places to completely disappear. I didn’t dare go up to the carers because they were talking with parents and reporting on their kid’s antics so kept as far away as possible. I also didn’t, on the off chance I was asked, want to engage with any of the parents so tried to look like I was busy. “MONKEEEE,” I heard being shouted across the room and I saw Joshy charging over to greet me. Strangely I was both surprised and pleased to see him as he rushed into my unexpectedly welcoming arms. “Monkee, monkee, monkee...” he excitedly outlined the shape of the image on my shirt. OK so he wasn’t calling my name but I suppose, under the circumstances, the fewer people knew who I was the better. It was also embarrassing because I was dressed like an incontinent toddler and he was in his blue and yellow school uniform and had blue shorts covering his diaper. “Yes Josh and what sound do monkeys make?” I grinned and started pretending we were two monkeys playing together. After a few minutes the nursery had thinned out and there was only a couple of other kids sat on little chairs giggling waiting for a parent whilst Josh and me were being daft as I’d engaged him with more monkey tales. “Boys,” I recognised the voice immediately and so did Josh as he got up and ran over. “Mommeee.” I hadn’t even thought about either of us being picked up I just assumed I’d be sent to get dressed at some point and catch the bus home. So this was a surprise. “Yes sweetie-pie I’ve come to take you and Jamie home... are you ready and have you got everything?” He went over and grabbed a piece of paper he’d left with one of the carers and ran back to show mom. She said how impressed she was that he’d done such a wonderful painting. She looked over to me. “Come on you,” and I saw Miss Tracy hand her a bag. “Erm, I don’t have my uniform...erm...” I tried to reason. “No matter... Jamie... I’ve brought the car and I’ll be taking you home.” “But I can’t go like this, what about some shorts or something...” “Not for you today sweetie...” this was Miss Sylvia intervening, “only what you’re wearing... for now.” “But, but...” I was trying again not to lose my temper or create a scene as there were still a couple of parents chatting away. “Jamie, I hope we won’t have to call the Prefect again,” she whispered but despite mom’s look of alarm I’m sure she already knew about that incident. I saw I was defeated and the quickest way out of this situation was just to get on with it and go with mom and Josh. “Good boy,” Miss Sylvia said, “Now be good for mommy and daddy and we’ll all look forward to seeing you tomorrow...” She patted my padded bum. “I hope the cream has worked OK.” Resentfully, I left the room but had to agree the cream and fresh diaper had certainly eased the pain of the vicious attack... one that my parents had sanctioned... but how was I going to get my own back? # I didn’t like the fact I was still dressed as a toddler and mom had not protested about it at all. Mind you, she’d been on my case since our move was first spoken of and I’d started my campaign of non-cooperation. At the same time, she started a campaign not to give in to my demands. Josh was sat in his car seat in the back and I was just about to get in the passenger side when mom indicated I was to get in the back with him. The inference was obvious... I was just a little kid. There was so much buzzing around in my head I wanted to give voice to - the anger about how this place was and how that prim and proper woman in the front seat had said it was OK for me to be beaten by the enforcers at this school. I was fuming with hardly disguised disgust and vitriol. However, she said nothing just indicated where I should sit and waited for me to do as I was told. It took a moment as we looked at each other, my eyes full of hate, hers of supreme indifference knowing she was totally in charge of the situation. “Come on Jamie, jump to it, unless you want more people to see your lovely new outfit... and see just what a little monkey you are.” The last bit was delivered with such condescension but I knew that, as we were still on school property, she could call on the services of the Prefect if I didn’t get in the back seat with Josh. I did. “There’s a good boy doing what mommy says... you’re learning... and not before time.” I slammed the door shut but it was hardly the great comeback I wanted. # On the way home I was seething with anger and indignation but of course Josh wanted to keep the monkey game going. I didn’t want to play; I thought mom’s response to my situation was at best indifferent but for the moment I’d have to seethe internally. The way from school to home was normally through town, past shops and the park but this time she drove to the top of the hill where we looked out across the town and bay and out to sea. In the distance were a few boats coming and going with a couple out on the horizon. The sun was shining brightly and despite myself I had to let my attitude drop as it was quite a beautiful scene. When we first arrived here in TYME and mom and dad were showing us around getting excited about the prospects of living in this ‘paradise’ I couldn’t, and didn’t, share their enthusiasm. Despite the fact that they tried to encourage and cajole me into surrender and accept what had happened I still maintained, in my head at least, that if I fought hard enough they would have to let me return to my friends. Those days, before school was intended to start, were terrible because of me. I’d be planning and plotting my escape though really had no idea how I’d achieve any of it. Still it didn’t stop me making everyone else’s life as wretched as my own. However, this vantage point was my parent’s favourite spot. We’d all been up here on a few occasions and it’s where mom and dad would hold hands and look out and sigh a happy contented sigh. Dad would pick Josh up point things out to him and he’d excitedly repeat their names as dad said them. Meanwhile, they’d turn to me and I’d be looking miserable and they’d sigh again but not in the same way and we’d return home. It was at these times when I thought I’d scored a little victory. Mom was talking to Josh about the boats and promised him that soon, if the weather was fine, that we’d all go out on a pleasure boat trip. He got all excited and grabbed my hand whilst jumping up and down. Despite myself, his enthusiasm was catching and I excitedly jumped up and down with him. Mom looked surprised that at least something had changed in my demeanour. Unexpectedly, even away from school; I was interacting with my little brother. I suddenly caught myself and quickly calmed down not realising that my day of play with all those toddlers had had an effect. This was stupid. I wanted mom to know how angry I was but daren’t let it all out in case of reprisals and the dreaded move to E10 – I had no idea what that entailed but didn’t want to chance it. Mom seemed content that I was now wearing little more than a diaper and plastic pants and, as I’d been doing so for the best part of the day, I’d somehow got used to it. Well, not used to it but, well you know what I mean...? Wearing a diaper because I’d pissed or shit myself at various points in the day had been a hit to my confidence. To get me to this compliant stage various little (and not so little) events had been sneakily deployed to sap that self-confidence. I simply hadn’t predicted this was how my actions would end up and now, well, I had no choice. I had somehow steered myself into my current outfit. The fact that I was already wetting my night time diaper had made it so much easier for them to arrange things and get me to comply “... let’s get you all cleaned up and into something dry shall we?”. All very sneaky. # No one at school mentioned it, of course some looked and from some kids there were smiles but oddly, for a school its size, not one jeer or delivered ‘clever’ put down. I didn’t know if it was because everyone knew what had happened and were in complete agreement with what had gone on, or, they were just too polite to comment. To me everything about TYME was weird but the general consensus about the place was of joy and happiness... with everyone apart from me very content with what the town offered. As we drove home I began to remember thinking how weird that was. I mean there wasn’t a piece of rubbish on the streets, huge areas of white walls were left unblemished (or artistically reinterpreted) by graffiti. Nothing was out of place or rundown and most people seemed to be enjoying their jobs and where they lived. The shops were full and bustling with people, I didn’t see one little bit of dissension anywhere, which I found weird. Where was the teenage rebellion, the loners, the... the... the... well they were either nowhere to be seen (E10?) or simply didn’t exist. However bizarre I thought that was, I suddenly realised that the warming at the front of my diaper meant, without warning, I was wetting myself again. This shifted what anger I had towards mom, to trying to keep it a secret so I went very quiet and guilt ridden except for the occasional encouraging word to Josh. As we got out of the car at home mom asked Josh if he was wet. He nodded and she simply looked at me and said without asking. “OK boys, let’s get you both changed and then I’ll start making us a nice meal for when daddy comes home.” “Yea,” Josh beamed and ran through the open front door and straight up to his room. “I think you’d better join him.” Mom’s look was another one of those ‘don’t test me’ challenges so I wandered up after him. # When I got to Josh’s bedroom he was already pulling off his shorts and at the same time reaching for one of his cartoon pull-ups. “I can do it mommy...” he said as he tried to take his full diaper off but was having trouble with the fasteners. “I’m sure you can sweetheart but let me help with those tricky things first and then...” “But mommy I’m a big boy I can...” but he was still struggling with it so in the end let her pull it apart for him. Once that was free he tried to step into the pull-up but mom told him to wipe himself first. It was a very cursory dab down so she grabbed the cloth and wiped him down better. He didn’t say anything as she then dried him off with a towel before a sprinkling of powder. “OK, I’ll leave the rest to you while I get your older brother’s diaper ready.” She said older in such a way there was no doubt about her dismay at the level to which the eldest had sunk. “But he needs...” “Mom I don’t need anything... and why am I still dressed like this?” There was more bravado in my voice than intensity because I really had no idea in which direction any argument from me would go. “OK love,” she was watching Josh as he completed putting on his own pull-up and shorts, “what a clever boy you can go down and watch TV now.” Once he’d gone she turned to me I was about to find out just the direction of thoughts and deeds... and I didn’t like it. # “So,” she said with what I took as quite a long-suffering look, “you think you’re old enough to sort out your own diaper do you?” I should have known this wasn’t a good move on my part but I’d started and the rebel in me wanted to be heard. “I don’t need a fucking diaper,” which was really stupid thing to say as I was standing in front of her in a sagging wet diaper held in place by a rather juvenile pair of vinyl pants. I saw her eyes flare with anger at the swear word and it made me swallow hard even though I had nothing to swallow. Then her eyes flicked to the silky bulge that my freshly engorged diaper now presented to her but still I needed to try and speak... “I shouldn’t be put in this situation and, AAAAND, it shouldn’t be allowed that one of these ‘so called Prefects’ can beat me up whenever they want.” She looked into my eyes and I could see her debating whether to say something or let me continue. There was an awful lot going on in her features and it troubled me enough to stop talking right away. Her stare made me wonder if she was about to take a swing but instead she used her calm but creepy voice to berate me. “Right, first things first – you wear a diaper because you need one.” I was about to complain but she beat me to it. “You’ve been changed several times today already and just look at you now... an eleven year old and still pissing your pants.” I’d not heard her use such a swear word before, she was always careful about any bad language around Josh. However, her synopsis of my day was not inaccurate and I was only glad she didn’t... “And, since you arrived at school this morning I’ve had reports back, which aren’t very encouraging, on any level. You have been disrespectful, foul mouthed and generally been a pain to everyone who has tried to help you.” I wanted to say all kind of things in denial but... she obviously knew everything that happened. “That is... until you were sent to E4... and it appears there you eventually found your level.” “Yes and that’s where I was severely beaten by that fucking lunatic who, on your say so...” but I only thought that I didn’t say it because I knew where this conversation was leading. All the way through this time in Josh’s bedroom she’d been holding the bag given to her by Miss Sylvia, or Tracy, well someone in E4 and she was emptying it onto the bed. I saw that it was a school yellow, blue and white t-shirt and thought it was part of my school uniform but mom said. “This is now going to be your new school uniform. Your teachers, the carers, the entire school authority and your father and I all agree that you need more time in E4. It’s the place where those who, for one reason or another, don’t quite understand...” she shrugged as if resigned to this awful truth, “are encouraged in other ways to play and have fun whilst they learn the basics.” She held up the t-shirt but it was obvious from the two flaps and row of little metal studs that it was a onesie not unlike the one I’d been wearing earlier in the day. “I’m not going to school ever again so that,” I said pointing at the offending piece of fabric, “can go back to where it came from.” “The thing is Jamie...” “James.” I insisted. “The thing is Jamie that you no longer have a say in, well, anything. Your attitude will not be tolerated either here at home or in school. And, just so you know it, and to your father’s and my total embarrassment, the Prefect you speak of will be on duty to discipline you for any transgression of the new rules by which you will, for the foreseeable future, live by.” That took the wind out of my belligerent sails because I was horror-struck by what that meant. “You probably don’t know it but you’re the only person in the history of TYME that has needed spanking...” She thought that would shame me and I suppose in some ways it had but this had already been explained to me so I just shrugged, which I saw infuriated her more than a little. “You don’t know what shame is do you?” She then went on, as she changed my wet diaper and replaced it with an ultra-thick new one, just what those rules were. They were intense, non-negotiable and stripped me of any illusion I might have had of being a ‘rebel’. I was not going back to our home town because that was now TYME... I wasn’t allowed to call my friends there because those conversations only made me want to return... I was to stop whining and start appreciating what opportunities this place offered but, most of all, I had to accept that because of my constant childish self-centred attitude (and constant messing my diaper), I would be regarded as just that... a little toddler who needed guidance... so the thick, thick diaper and onesie was that starting point. “Your Big Boy, Big Attitude days are over because we will just not put up with it any longer... so... you can get on-board or stay in E4... or maybe E10... for the rest of the time here. Through this barrage of criticism I tried to hide my tears but I wailed at the hopelessness of my situation. If I didn’t do as I was told then my behind was in for regular thrashings and it was made perfectly clear that I’d only get out of E4 when they detected a sincere change in my attitude. If I didn’t... there was always E10 to consider. I DIDN’T WANT TO THINK WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN THERE. # tbc #

I have a feeling that Mommy is not going to miss an opportunity to meet Mother. Mommies working together or a head to head fight for diaper control? Can't wait to find out!

Found this one I'm seriously thinking about:

I saw this on ebay....

Chapter 12 The moment we stepped over the threshold of our home, Sophie seized Lea's hand, attempting to drag her in the direction of the garden. "Lea, you absolutely must see how high I can now jump on the trampoline!", she burst out, her words a tumble of excitement. Yet Lea tempered Sophie's enthusiasm with a voice soft yet firm. "I'm sorry, Sophie, but I need to take care of Emily first and after that, it's already time for dinner. I don't think we'll have time for trampolining today." The implication of Lea's words was clear. By "taking care" she meant nothing other than the urgently needed change of my thoroughly soaked diaper. The thought of a girl, younger than me and nearly a stranger, taking on such an intimate task made me feel uneasy. I had grown accustomed to the caring hands of my mother and Mrs. Weber. Yet for reasons I couldn't explain, the thought of having my diaper changed by someone even younger than myself made the situation feel even more mortifying than it already was. Perhaps I should have been grateful that Lea hadn't forgotten my mishap on the bus, that she took her duty of care towards me so seriously, despite her young age, to even take on this less pleasant aspect of my care. Yet, secretly, I would have preferred if she had overlooked or simply ignored my soaked diaper and waited for my mother's return so that she could handle this uncomfortable part of my care. I would even have accepted the risk of diaper rash, which, if I were not soon freed from my damp, stuffy diaper, would be the inevitable consequence anyway. I wasn't the only one who was less than thrilled about Lea's plans. The twinkle in Sophie's eyes had vanished in an instant when Lea had informed her that their playtime would have to wait. She was quite upset that Lea couldn't spend time with her jumping on the trampoline because of me. "How about you help me change the diapers, Sophie? After all, four hands work faster than two," Lea suggested, hoping to lift Sophie's mood. And just as abruptly as Sophie's bad mood had appeared, it vanished just as quickly. "Oh, yes," she rejoiced, absolutely thrilled at the prospect of being able to assist Lea with such a meaningful task. Lea didn't ask for my opinion on the matter. She didn't seem to consider that I might have a problem with my diaper change being turned into a playful activity. After all, I was not one of Sophie's dolls to be changed for mere childish amusement. Yet, tormented by the uncomfortable sensation of my soaked diaper, I suppressed my discomfort and let things take their course. The less fuss I made, the quicker it would be over, and the sooner I could wear one of the airy, light pull-ups again, instead of the bulky, heavy diaper. Moreover, my skin seemed to be increasingly allergic to the moist climate of the diaper. And so, after we had all taken a moment to wash our hands in the bathroom, I soon found myself back on the changing table. Positioned between Lea and Sophie, I was the center of their earnest attention. Gently, Lea tugged off my overalls, revealing my bulging, childishly patterned diaper. As she opened my diaper, the crinkling sound of the adhesive tabs releasing echoed through the quiet room, akin to the unexpected rumble of thunder from an approaching storm. Almost simultaneous with this sound, I felt a gust of fresh air envelop the skin previously covered by the diaper, much like a cool breeze breaking through the oppressive heat during a sudden summer downpour. Instead of the usual two eyes, there were now four directed at my bare lower body. Embarrassed, I noticed the remnants of baby powder and isolated drops of urine that still covered my lower abdomen. "Sophie, could you please pass me a wet wipe from the pack I put next to you?" Lea asked after she had pulled the diaper away from under me and thrown it in the diaper bin. Sophie, standing on a stool to be able to see over the changing table, carefully pulled a wipe from the pack and passed it to Lea with a proud smile. "Very well done," praised Lea before she began to gently clean my lower body with the wet wipe. I couldn't remember a time when the cleansing of my intimate area had ever felt this soothing. It was an outright relief to be freed from the lingering, stinging remnants of urine. Lea went about the task so conscientiously and tenderly, unlike any of my previous diaper changes. One thing was certain; when it came to changing diapers, Lea was a true master. Usually, I wanted nothing more than to escape from the changing table as quickly as possible, but in this moment, I wouldn't have minded if the procedure lasted forever. I didn't even care that my most private area was exposed, that I should have felt embarrassed. Instead, I felt as if I were lying on a cloud. The previously intimidating and shameful situation had transformed into a state of meditative calm, only occasionally interrupted by Lea's gentle requests to Sophie for additional wet wipes. Basking in the moment with my eyes closed, I could feel Lea lifting my legs and meticulously cleaning the area around my backside. I was barely aware of her conversing with Sophie again. Words had lost their meaning for me at that moment. It wasn't my job to concern myself with the process of my cleansing - that was the responsibility of my caretaker, that was Lea's role. I didn't even need to know what was going on. Only when Lea gently lowered my legs and backside again and I landed on something soft instead of the cold, hard plastic of the changing table, did my mind notice something was different than expected. Like a tape recorder, it seemed to rewind the previously overlooked part, playing back Lea's recent words again. "Sophie, could you please hand me a diaper from the compartment over there," echoed Lea's voice in my head. My eyes snapped open and fixed on the diaper that was now lying out beneath me. But it was not yet bedtime, so there was no reason why I should already be wearing one of the thick night diapers. Perhaps Lea simply didn't know that I usually only wore pull-ups during the day and had laid out the diaper for me out of ignorance. "I only wear pull-ups during the day," I tried to enlighten her. To my annoyance, my statement, with which I had actually wanted to emphasize my maturity, with which I had wanted to make it clear that I was not so small that I also needed diapers during the day, sounded strangely querulous. "I know, Emily," Lea began gently and sensitively, stroking my left leg lovingly, "but the long bus ride means it's already later than when your mommy brings you home. Therefore, after dinner, it's already bedtime for you. Of course, I can put on one of your pull-ups now and change you again for the night after dinner, but that would take extra time. Then Pajanimals would have to be cancelled for you today. So I thought it would be better to put on your diaper for the night right away. That way you'll have plenty of time to watch Pajanimals before you have to go to bed. Or would you rather spend your time on the changing table?" Well, what was I supposed to say to that? Of course, I didn't want to spend the rest of my free evening on the changing table, even though it wasn't because I necessarily wanted to watch Pajanimals. So I let Lea proceed. "Because you were in the wet diaper for so long, you're a bit red, so I'll cream you just to be safe," she explained to me before gently applying cream to my entire diaper area and finally fastening the diaper. She then went to the closet, pulled out my short, light pink pajamas adorned with horses, and dressed me in them. When we finally made our way to the kitchen to eat dinner, I couldn't help but cast an envious glance at my sister. She hadn't had to get ready for bed yet, so she wasn't wearing pajamas like I was. A sense of injustice, mixed with a touch of childlike jealousy, welled up within me, which I struggled to suppress. After dinner had been consumed and teeth had been brushed, Lea turned on the television and started an episode of Pajanimals. No sooner had the show begun than I felt a heavy fatigue spreading through my limbs. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, but the routine that had been established over weeks, going to bed immediately after Pajanimals, had fundamentally reset my internal clock. Similar to a Pavlovian dog that shows a learned reaction to a specific signal, my body had learned to become sleepy at Pajanimals time. My previous tendency to be a night owl had been completely overlaid by this consistent conditioning. I could barely keep my eyes open when the credits of Pajanimals appeared on the screen. I felt Lea take my hand and stood up from the sofa with her, expecting that Sophie and I would now be put to bed. But then something unexpected happened. "Shall I put on an episode of Sesame Street for you while I put Emily to bed?" Lea asked Sophie, seemingly out of the blue. Sophie's nodding answer seemed to stem more from sheer astonishment than real agreement, as she also seemed surprised by this turn of events. With growing bewilderment, I watched as Lea started an episode of Sesame Street. I must already be in dreamland, as I could not explain this unusual sequence of events any other way. When Lea asked me to say goodnight to Sophie and wanted to lead me towards my bed, I expressed my confusion despite my growing drowsiness. "Why is Sophie allowed to stay up?" I asked, furrowing my brow. Lea hit her forehead with a humorous sigh, realizing her oversight. "Oh, I completely forgot to tell you both," she admitted. "Your mom sent me a message on WhatsApp saying that because Sophie has been so good about using the potty and can now wear big girl underwear at kindergarten, she can stay up an hour later from now on." Sophie beamed, her eyes virtually glowing with pride after hearing this news. Meanwhile, a feeling of sheer injustice surged through me. "I want to stay up later too if Sophie can," I protested instantly. It wasn't fair if Sophie got to stay up later than me, after all, I was the older one of us both. "Emily, your eyes are already drooping, your fatigue is plainly visible on your face. Don't you think it's better if you go to sleep now?" Lea asked, her voice sounding as soft and soothing as the murmur of a stream. "No," I retorted defiantly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "If Sophie gets to stay up later, then I want to as well!" Lea gently bent down, like a loving mother turning to her toddler, to be on my eye level before she continued speaking. "I understand, Emily, that you find it unfair that your sister gets to stay up later than you. But Sophie has worked hard to become dry. She has earned the right to stay up later. I'm sure if you also use your potty as nicely as Sophie, you'll be allowed to stay up later in the future." "But...," I started, and already small tears were rolling down my cheeks due to the perceived injustice. But I couldn't find a convincing reason why I deserved to stay up later too. All I knew was that I wanted it too - deserved or not, it was irrelevant to me. "Come on, Emily," Lea said lovingly, "let's go up to your room now and you'll show me how well you can already use your potty. I'm sure you can do it at least as well as your sister. You just have to believe in yourself!" She gave me an encouraging smile and added: "Do you remember Beppo, the street sweeper from 'Momo'? He says that you should always only think about the next step, not the whole path. And that's how it is with becoming dry, Emily. Step by step, and you'll see that you can do it. But the most important part is to start now and never give up, even if there are setbacks. Instead of channeling your energy into defiance, use it to steadily move forward. Every little step you make brings you closer to your goal - to become dry and to be able to stay up later." It wasn't that Lea's words brought me an instant enlightenment or the injustice I felt magically disappeared. But somewhere deep inside, I had to admit that she had a point. Perhaps it was indeed time to complain less and act more. Lea reached out her hand and gently wiped the tears from my face. "Come, Emily," she said as she took my hand, "let's go to your room." However, before we went up the stairs, she asked me to say goodnight to Sophie. Sophie, who was still sitting in front of the television watching Sesame Street, turned around and gave me a radiant smile. It was an image that would probably stay with me forever - my little sister, happy and content, who was allowed to start a new chapter in her life and with this chapter took another step towards growing up. When we arrived in my room, which I still shared with Sophie, Lea initiated my nightly ritual. Gently, she pulled off my pajama pants, carefully detached my diaper, and sat me on my potty. As I sat there, she stroked my head with a loving gesture. She didn't say anything, but her gaze was clear and confident. Her eyes sparkled in a way that signaled to me that she firmly believed I would be able to use my potty. While I sat on the potty, Lea turned to Sophie's bookshelf. "Which story should I read to you, Emily?" she asked me in a voice that sounded like a loving embrace. I was used to having a story read to me to fall asleep, but until now, it had always been my mother or Sophie who chose which story it was. "I don't care," I said indifferently. I was still a bit sulky because I had to go to bed before Sophie and it wasn't as if I, like a toddler, needed a silly story to fall asleep. Lea playfully rummaged through the bookshelf, then turned to me with a twinkling grin and said, "Sorry, I can't find 'I don't care' anywhere." A hint of a smile flitted across my face, even though I tried to continue being grumpy. "Come on, Emily," she encouraged me, "Your sister is not here, so you can decide all by yourself which story you want to hear. There's bound to be at least one story here that you especially like." I hesitated for a moment before I dared to name my favorite. "I like the story of Frederick," I admitted quietly. It was a story I had originally bought for Sophie myself. But she never really liked it, as she preferred to hear stories about princesses. Frederick's story was different, it was about a small field mouse poet who, instead of gathering supplies for winter, collected colors, sun rays, and words. It was gentle, wise, and full of poetry, unlike the glittering princess stories that Sophie loved so much. "Oh, that's a beautiful story, Emily," Lea affirmed. Her gaze scanned the bookshelf and her hand reached out and grabbed the slim book when she spotted it. Meanwhile, a soft splashing sound was heard. A quick glance downward confirmed it - I had actually used my potty. A rare event that rarely occurred to me in the evening hours. Before I could express my joy, I already saw Lea smiling at me. She had noticed it too. "You did great, Emily," she praised me. Her voice was sincere and full of respect. It was not a contrived compliment, like I often received from my mother or Mrs. Weber when I achieved something they considered 'adult'. No, it was a compliment that sounded genuine, that recognized me as an equal and appreciated my small victory. I felt a wave of pride washing over me. It was not much, but it was a start. Lea put the book aside and came back to me with a wet wipe. As if on its own, I got up from the potty and spread my legs so she could clean me. It did not even occur to me that I could have taken on this task myself. Since the beginning of my therapy, it had become a habit for others to take care of my intimate hygiene. What had previously been strange and embarrassing now felt quite normal, almost as if it had always been that way, as if it were something completely normal. After the last traces of urine had been carefully removed from my skin, Lea lovingly attended to the care of my still reddened diaper area with the cooling cream. Then, she gently helped me back into the clean diaper and pulled on my pajama bottoms. She did all this while I was still standing. With gentle care, she finally helped me into the soft bed and pulled up the cover, adorned with glowing fairies, to my chest. Normally, my mother always sat on a chair at the edge of the bed when she read to Sophie and me, which is why I was a bit surprised when Lea suddenly, with the book in hand, climbed into bed with me. The children's bed, which was so familiar to me and which I fit into without any problem, seemed suddenly strangely small when Lea squeezed in with me. While she was leaning only on the edge of the bed, it was unmistakable that she had long outgrown the bed, that she, unlike me, was too big to comfortably lie in it. "Emily," Lea began, her tone gentle and inviting, "would you like to rest your head on my lap? Then you can see the pictures while I read you the story." A little shyly, I hesitated at first, but eventually followed her instruction and gently placed my head on her lap. Lovingly, Lea began to read, and as she did so, her hand softly stroked my hair. Her gentle, soothing voice, the careful stroking of my hair - all of this combined to create a cozy atmosphere that completely enveloped me. Forgotten was the frustration of having to go to bed earlier than my sister, forgotten too were all the unpleasant things that had happened to me today. Now, I fully understood why Sophie liked Lea so much. Lea knew her craft and to be honest, I couldn't imagine a better babysitter for me. Lea's words mixed with the cozy feeling of security led to my eyes becoming heavier and heavier. Within just a few minutes, I could barely keep them open and finally gave in to my urge to sleep.

CHAPTER 3 (Last part for now, im writing chapter 4 though i hope people like it and I appreciate the constructive criticism:) ) “Anchor Amy, Anchor Amy!” Was all she could hear, trapped running quickly down an endless corridor with dozens of people screaming her old nickname at her without remorse “CLAIRE!!” Frantically Amelia searches the crowd trying to find Claire but with no success. Finally she sees a familiar door with the sign “Ms. Parker Room 203.” rushing forward turning the knob but the door is stuck. “Anchor Amy!, Anchor Amy!” the crowd is closing in around her, desperately she bangs on the door ”MS. PARKER PLEASE LET ME IN!” screaming but the crowd overshadows her. Over and over trying everything to get the door open but it’s to late she can feels everyone’s hands starting to grab her, shaking her hard. “CLAIRE WHERE ARE YOU!!!!” is all she manages to get out before she’s smothered by the crowd. Bolting upright drenched in sweat Amelia frantically scans the room but is unable to find her former teacher. Still in a panic she jumps up from the bed shouting “CLAIRE!” almost ripping the door off the hinges going into the hallway, hearing faint music Amelia runs towards the source of noise, her heart beating like a drum unaware that she is completely naked. Unfamiliar with the house it takes her a moment to find her way until eventually she sees the raven haired woman of her dreams quietly humming while cooking up a storm on stove. Turning around smiling brightly “Morning sweet pea I hope your –” pausing seeing the look of distress on her face “sweetie what’s wrong?” The anxiety becomes to much for the poor girl who immediately falls to the floor and begins to sob “I couldn’t find you I couldn’t find you.” she wails loudly unable to say anything else trapped in her panic attack like she is caught in a loop. Claire rushes over wrapping her arms tightly around the distressed girl “I’m here Amy I’m right here.” cooing softly until eventually her breathing steadies and Amelia falls asleep in her arms. “Oh god I’m so embarrassed.” says Amelia looking down at the floor more humiliated by her actions then from anything she has done in the last 48 hours, even being naked in Claire’s kitchen pales in comparison. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about lots of people have anxiety Amy” gently rubbing the poor girls back doing her best to keep her calm “Do you mind me asking what caused it” her eyebrow raised inquisitively Begrudgingly Amelia tells Claire of her dream which further increases her embarrassment “I’m sorry I just was being dumb.” her lip wobbling trying to keep her emotions in check. “You are not dumb” says Claire so sternly it sends a shiver down Amelia’s spine. “You are a smart, kind, amazing little girl” her praises filling Amelia with a sense of warmth that she wishes would never go away “But you are just that……a little girl.” Claire, taking Amelia gently by the hand, stands “Come with me” is all she says, quietly following lost in a daze of embarrassment at how she behaved despite Claire’s reassurance, before she realizes, she’s standing in front of a bright pink door covered in cute little flower designs Opening the door, Claire gently ushers Amelia inside stifling a giggle when she sees the girls jaw drop almost to the floor. It was the bedroom of her deepest fantasies. The room is massive easily double the size the shoddy one bedroom she rents, with paint that matches the door the room is a pink paradise, the closet is stuffed to the gills with a variety of outfits and all along the back wall are over a dozen different paddles and brushes, there’s so much that she can’t take it all in at once. “What….what is this.” ask Amelia tentatively, unable to tear her eyes away. “This,” Claire replies “Is where my Clients usually stay when they are sent here.” she explains Amelia's flustered and confused, Claire has clients? It takes her a moment to fill in the blanks before she blurts out “You’re a professional Domme???” sounding like a surprised little kid more then anything else. “Yes” smirks Claire gleefully taking a seat at the edge of the bed “My employers occasionally use My services when their charges need some…… extra correction.” the smirk intensifying seeing the dumbstruck look on Amelia’s face. Holy hell! Claire’s a professional Domme? She can’t help but feel incredibly jealous imagining all those other little's being in this room with Claire, all of them more experienced then her maybe even prettier then her. So lost in her negativity she almost misses what Claire says next. “But now it’s going to be for one little girl, My little girl, you as a matter of fact.” rising up from the bed she reaches into her pocket and pulls out Amelia's cellphone “I’m going to call your job and give notice then I’m going to call your landlord for the same.” Her tone more serious then ever “then we can talk to discuss the details later after we get your things from your place” Seeing her phone in Claire's hand is enough to snap Amelia back to her senses, at first panicking seeing someone have her phone, then not believing what she heard because it was almost to preposterous to imagine, she’s an adult you can’t just say your going to move someone into their home, isn’t that basically kidnapping? But the more it raced through her mind the more appealing it became. The last 2 years had been incredibly hard, after her dad kicked her out she had been working nonstop to build even a sliver of a life. But even after all that time and effort she still only worked at a gas station and lived in a slum. She missed the structure of high-school, of home, of having someone there for you to care and keep you accountable. And here it was being offered on a silver platter, so why was she so nervous? Was it because she was still clinging to the idea that she could still make it all work? or was it because of who held the platter? No, she was afraid she would screw it all up, that it would go wrong like everything else always did. She was even about to argue, defiantly saying that No! She was an adult dammit but before she could utter a syllable Claire puts a hand on her shoulder, oh crap how long had she been standing there silent? “This isn’t up for discussion either” her tone softening significantly, shaking her phone in the air “I checked your address, there’s no way I’m letting you go back there, I made you a promise last night that I fully intend to keep” Amelia then quietly whispers “you’ll take care of me……you’ll keep me safe” the words spoken after their first kiss filling her mind “you really meant that didn’t you?” “Every single word baby girl, I’m never letting you go” says Claire with all the warmth in the world It had been along time since she had felt this level of genuine care and affection, her whole body began trembling hard, flinging herself forward she buries her face into Claire's chest sobbing uncontrollably “YES YES PLEASE, THANK YOU!, THANK YOU!, THANK YOU!” she repeats over and over sinking deeper and deeper into Claire, nothing else in the world mattering at that moment, having not felt this relaxed in such a long time. A few tender moments pass between the newly formed couple, each not wanting to be the first to let go first. Finally Claire takes the initiative and pulls away slightly looking down with misty eyed “I promise you won’t regret this choice.” using her thumb to wipe the tears from Ameilia’s eyes Looking up smiling “So what now?” any trace of anxiety and doubt gone “Well first things first, someone needs to get dressed.” teases Claire poking Amelia’s soft tummy Looking down Amelia's whole body turns scarlet, gasping “Eeeek.” before lifting her arms up to cover herself causing her new lover to giggle “Oh I think we’re long past modesty My little peanut” leaning in close she whispers “But I love how easily you get embarrassed, I’m going to have a lot of fun with that information” which only makes her shade of red deepen. “I should have a few things in your size, we’ll have to take you shopping in a few days.” says Claire digging into the large array of ruffled and frilly clothing. The mention of new clothes is all it takes to make Amelia forget about her nudity “I get new clothes!?” sounding excited having not been able to treat herself to so much as a new pair of socks in 2 years. “Of course, No little girl of mine is going to walk around looking like a bum.” replies Claire just as she frees a box from the jumbled mess of a closet “I should have enough here to tie you over for now.” Plopping the box down she rips into it. Claire lays out before her a white and pink sweater, a matching skirt covered in multi colored bears and white and pink ankle socks. And to tie the ensemble together a pair of adorable panties covered in the same bears as the skirt. Amelia can’t help but stare at the childish outfit with amazement shyly asking “Ar-ar-are you sure?” she stutters “I don’t wanna ruin it or anything.” Knowing these kinds of clothes can cost a pretty penny. Without even bothering to answer her question Claire is already down on one knee taking the adorable bear covered panties and sliding her ankles around them, pulling them snugly against her plump bottom, finishing off with a playful spank “No fussing.” leaving no room for argument. One by one the layers of pink and white are gently draped over her frame, the sweater and socks complimenting each other perfectly while the skirt is to die for. Lastly Claire takes her blonde locks and fashions them into two rough pigtails. Spun on her heels towards a full length mirror Claire announces “Voila!” and Amelia can hardly recognize the person reflected back at her. Reaching up to the mirror in disbelief, Its like she’s become the fantasy version of herself “Is….is this really me?” whispering quietly almost to afraid to ask in fear that this is all a dream that’ll end if she did. “Were you expecting the Easter bunny?” jokes Claire wrapping her arms around Amelia “But yes this is all you baby girl” her voice full of warmth whispering into her ear Amelia lip begins to tremble, she can’t remember the last time she has felt this cared for and loved, finally the dam breaks, turning around sobbing into Claire's chest she repeatedly wails “THANK YOU! THANK YOU!,THANK YOU!” all the worry and stress of her life melting away in Claire’s arms “I promise I’ll be the best little girl you’ve ever had” looking up with tear stained eyes to a smirking Claire “I know you will sweetie” Claire gently leans down, their lips meet and electricity seems to fill the air, pulling away Claire smiles simply saying “Welcome home Amelia.” Wrapping her arms around holding her new little girl tightly, looking forward to the future tomorrow will bring.

A nice Wholesome set of chapters. Hope you enjoy: Ch. 10 The end of the beginning or the beginning of the beginning. I awoke 2 two feelings one cold and puffy between my legs, guess I wasn't completely out of the woods yet. And 2 more curiously, warmth all over behind me. Tina had slept there after coming in to keep me company. I really don't get these people. I thought. She woke up to my stirring. It was still early, the sun was just starting to rise outside and the birds were singing. "Morning" She said sleepily. I mumbled a greeting back. Last night hadn't put me off to her just made me feel awkward about myself. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she reached down to check the obviously swollen thing. "I'm ok just worried." "What about hypnosis scares you so badly? It had to be over 2 years ago because if not I would know about it." I sighed, was I really going to share this with her? "About 5 years ago, I had just moved away from home, I had gotten a big job and was excited to move and start. Everything was going great. Money was coming in. I was living a great life. I met a girl at the bar. She was amazing, pretty and sweet and she liked me. We started dating and shortly after she dragged me to a party. It was supposed to be a make fun of Amazon's party, we all dressed as faux babies. No diapers of course but you know. She wasn't any different, she had come fully diapered and everything. We laughed and said she would get picked up on the way home if she didn't change. Anyway, We danced and drank and had a blast. But as the night went on the crowd kept getting smaller and smaller, figured they were getting tired of the scene and leaving. Well, I decided to try my luck with her, and invite her home. She said she had a better idea. I must have triggered the programming because she started acting weird and got me to start following her. We went down a hall and I heard a bunch of screaming and yelling about not wanting to be a baby. I got nervous and tried to turn her around. The programming must not have had a fail safe because she went completely blank. Flat with no emotion at all. I hid away from her and watched. As I did, an Amazon came down the hall. Yelled at her and asked where I was. She had fear in her eyes as the amazon carried her off. I waited there hiding for hours, the party had been a front for a baby traffiking ring. I listened to littles cry and scream until they were turned. Each going silent in the same way, fading out slowly and eventually turning into incoherent babbling. I had almost been caught and been nothing but a drooling mindless doll." I was shaking, and she saw it. She cooed and shushed me until I was calm. "If you watch two Amazon's get the same thing would it set your mind at ease?" I had to admit, it sounded odd that any amazon would agree to the same treatment as a little. It was intriguing, "I guess it might help." "Dear heart, I will not do anything that is not for our good. All three of us. I'm so sorry that you had to endure that. I won't let anyone do that to you either. Even if you decide to leave us." The way she phrased that last one, it didn't sound like she meant the coalition. It seemed more like she was referring to Cindy and herself. I've only known her for 4 days. How could I be this attached? "Come on, Cindy will be wanting up and you mister are in a giant squishy diaper. Let's put some underwear on today, what do you think?" That bolstered my spirit a little. I waddled over to the dresser and grabbed some underwear and some clothes. "Hop up here so I can get you cleaned up first." She patted the changing table. 10 minutes later we walked into Cindy's room, me following timidly. She was sitting in bed playing tea with her dolls. The onesie had come loose, seemingly unbeknownst to her and her sagging diaper was clearly visible. "Morning mommy! Hey, no boys allowed!" "I'm sorry I'll leave!" "Cindy be nice now. He just wanted to help say good morning." She went to the girl and put her on the changing table by means of an under arm carry, like she was a football. Cindy grunted and laughed through it all. When it came time for a diaper change I got sheepish and went to read a book. Cindy didn't seem to care at all. The day started very much the same as the day before. At least until lunch. Tina made me go to the bathroom right before we left so I wouldn't have any accidents. Then we were off to the city and offices and everywhere else. After picking up lunch for three adults. We met Cindy in the lobby of the coalition building. We went to the 3rd floor and onto a balcony, we sat and ate talking a little here and there. My nerves were on end, I was still worried. Shortly after the meal we walked back inside and Cindy said she had some work to do before she could go home, so she needed to get it done. Tina took me back in the elevator and to the second subfloor. I was looking for escape routes when Tina took my hand and reassured me. We walked 3 rooms down and into what looked like a waiting room. 4 Amazon's were in there, and my heart skipped a beat. "Tina!" One of the male Amazon's said. "Is this the new recruit we keep hearing about?" "He is, go easy Gary, the process has gone by way faster than normal, so he's a little scared." Turning to me and bending down, "nothing to be afraid of! I have been in the booth 35 times myself." He seemed to be bragging. "Anyway, Ms Tina here is going to keep you all to herself, you know? Most of us are pretty jealous. You seem like a really good little, if it was anyone but Tina I'd steal you away honestly. Always wanted a boy. In truth, with her you'll be getting the better end of that deal. She's a first rate mom and a first rate person." Who was this guy? "He leaned in but never got quieter, "in fact can I tell you a secret?" He blabbed loud enough for the whole room. "If she'd be a little less stubborn, I'd take her on a really nice date." "Gary, you wanna be smoothie, that's enough. I don't think you're helping here. In any case we are going into the booth. This guy wants to watch first." She put her hand to the back of my neck and gently urged me to a door out of the way. When we entered there were 3 others in there a little and 2 Amazon's. They only nodded at our entry and kept working. On the far wall was a gallery window to a single chair with what looked like a camera attached to the screen. There was a light on what looked to be a monitor inside the room with us. On looking better it was a word that said 'execute.' There wasn't really much else. Tina flatly explained, "hypnosis tech has advanced really far with bad intentions, but we can use it for good now as well." "I want you to read the contract before we begin," she said, pulling a single sheet of paper out. It only had 4 sentences on it. I agree to be hypnotized into never speaking of the coalition to anyone I do not know is a part of the coalition. I will be hypnotized into the complete knowledge of the coalition. I agree to hypnosis that will not in any way alter my perception of reality. I am of sound mind and under no duress upon signing this, or the hypnosis will not function. That was it, no more no less. Inside the other room an Amazon I recognized from the other room walked in and sat in the chair. An attendant from our side of the window walked over and hit a button, the screen flashed twice and the amazon's body relaxed, all except their eyes, which were glued to the screen. Then she woke up and walked out of the room. The next amazon came in, sat down and repeated the process. "That's it?" I exclaimed, a little miffed there wasn't more to it. "Haha, so you're saying it's ok?" Tina asked. I wasn't really sure to be honest. I was expecting cartoons and diapers and people crapping themselves, but nothing happened. We left the booth and into the waiting room where all four amazons were again. "Nothing to it, champ!!" Gary exclaimed. "You got the stones to do it?" It felt like a pep talk from hell. I realized though that I was. So I solemnly nodded my head. Tina reached down and hugged me, she had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her. Gently she asked, "are you really ready?" I decided I was and put the paper on an end table, using the pen there I signed it. If I lost my mind at least I wouldn't know it. "I'll be with you the whole time." Tina promised and we walked in and sat down, me resting back on her chest, it felt like home. She grabbed my hand, and the screen flashed and my eyes reacted looking up. And then Tina said we were done. Nothing had happened though. I was confused but I wasn't dumb enough to argue. Leaving the room, the other 4 were still waiting. Gary, ofcourse, gave away the surprise. "Party time! Welcome to the family!" Tina responded by smacking his shoulder, "can you go 5 minutes without blabbing something? This is why we have to have hypnosis." The last was aimed at me. Everyone seemed so happy, and it was catching, I felt the excitement too. We left the room together and down a different hall. We took 2 turns and opened a double door. Inside the sound of applause exploded out. There was a sign hanging from the ceiling that said 'welcome family,' turns out there really was a party. I tried to hide behind Tina but she pushed me in, talk about betrayal. Cindy and the waitress from the bakery were waiting for me. Both dressed as little girls, neither dress hiding their obvious diapers. Cindy had a box of nice candies for me, and the waitress who introduced herself as Carrie had some of her cookies. Tina bent down, "it's tradition that the initiated get gifts from the people they know in the coalition. I have one for you too." She pulled a small bottle around in front of me, it read B.A.S.S. and the pill was yellow. "I actually have 2 but this is the one my heart says it's time for. I'll explain later, but for now, it's time for a party!" With the hypnosis I had been given a full history of the organization. I now knew how it had started as a few amazons that really wanted babies but couldn't bear destroying a little to get it, they had maneuvered and even blackmailed to get what they wanted. Tina had been there from the start. She was one of the most influential members. No wonder no one argued with her and people feared her. My mouth watered. The idea of another pill made me nervous but also excited. The green ones still made my body tremble, the blue one made me want to run and hide. But this one was yellow. Tina got Swept up in congratulations on another fine job and questions of how she did it? I wasn't given much time to think about it, Carrie and Cindy dragged me to the littles table where we had all sorts of cakes and good looking food to pig out on, and we all did. I noticed quickly while I wasn't the only one dressed as an adult, I was the only one not wearing a diaper. It was A party, we danced, sang and played, I even got to dance with Cindy. Who claimed to enjoy it profusely. After a while, I was sitting surrounded by other littles all talking at me when Tina bent down behind me. "The doctor wants to see us now. Can I carry you? It'll be faster getting out of here." I nodded my approval. Scooping me up, she held me on her hip expertly and we left quickly. She was in a hurry, walking fast and only nodding at people who talked to her. "Cindy is going to stay with Carrie tonight." She said it like I should be expecting something but it didn't click with me. I was carried the distance to the clinic quickly, no short legs to have to wait on made the trip faster. I was still on quite the sugar rush so I was ready to get down and move, once in a room I launched into story after story while Tina grinned and laughed through each story. Which only served to keep me going until the doctor walked in. "Are we being impatient, Tina?" "Yes" She responded flatly, and the doctor didn't argue. "Hello young man, do you remember me?" I nodded from behind Tina. "You can come out, I just want to see how well you are healing." I moved slowly, and he waited patiently. After a few pokes prods and tests, scans and the such he stood up and looked at Tina. "I think it'll be fine, but I'd like you to wait, it could be CLOC if you don't." Tina responded with a smile and a "I think it's inevitable that that will happen. I can't give up now." "Then it's in your hands, Tina. I don't think it'll do any damage but there is a slight chance." Tina paused, "I understand." With that we went out and left the coalition headquarters. We headed to Tina's home, I found myself thinking about why Cindy was going to sleep at a friend's. I asked Tina what CLOC meant. "It's just fancy doctor talk, but we can talk about it later." She seemed distracted. She wanted something. It reminded me of my desire for the pills. It was incessant but only when I knew it was coming. "Tina, are you ok?" She almost choked. "Dear heart, I'm perfectly fine. I have wanted something for several months and it seems close and it has made me want to hurry. I'm sorry if I made you worry in the midst of it." I couldn't wait to ask, "can I know what it is?" "Remember there are 4 pills," she began, " the first 2 you've seen, green and blue, are purely for pleasure. Nothing more, the other 2 have other effects. My gift to you is the yellow pill, more commonly called the bond pill." I went on alert again, she continued unaware of my concern, "the pill doesn't alter your thoughts or even have a permanent effect. Instead it amplifies what already exists. It makes your emotions for someone ten times more than they had ever been. If you hate them, then you will likely try to kill them. If you love them then you'd die for them. If you're indifferent then they would literally mean nothing to you. It is also the only one with a companion pill. They are meant to be taken in pairs. I will take the other." My mind reeled, what was she saying? She said it would make me love her but not, but if I did I would love her a thousand times more. "So you're going to make me love you?" "No no, my dear heart. I want to show you how much I love you. As well it'll show you how much you do or do not love me. Usually, this is months into a relationship, but circumstances and the fact I want to keep you all to myself have sped up the game a bit." "I'll do it," she slumped a bit in relief, I was curious myself. Now that I knew what she was planning, I wasn't really worried she'd hurt me, but I was curious at how this would affect us both. What if we didn't really have that mother son bond as strong as we thought? The car was nearing the house, my heart pounded. I grabbed Tina's hand, I wanted her touch, she squeezed my hand in return. ___________________ Once again I was back on the changing table, naked head to toe this time. The pill sat over my head and its partner next to it. It was similar in size but a different shape, more oblong. The diaper change was different this time, slower less rushed, it seemed she wanted to savor the moment. The oil and powder, she made small talk and booped my nose. Poked my belly button and genuinely made me feel like a kid again. I giggled the whole time, eventually, I realized she was stalling not savoring. I hoped she wasn't nervous. She had put an insert in the diaper which served to make it thick enough I could not walk, it was either waddling horribly or crawling. Apparently, I was going to need it. If this went really well it would be hard to change me, she had said. I made a complaint about it, only to be ignored. While I was only diapered, she had removed her shirt. Sitting in front of the giant she opened both pills, "are you ready?" She asked. "So, what happens when, you know, it takes effect?" Tina responded, "it won't be a trance like the others have been, instead it'll be a mental enhancement. You'll seem more focused on me and me on you. That's why Cindy is spending the night elsewhere. It'll be hard for us to focus on anything else." I hesitated, "how long are the side effects? "The effects will likely last most of the night. The diapers will be needed for a couple days." I shuddered, this might be worth it. On the other hand, we may try to kill each other. She would definitely win, but I really doubted that outcome. She took my head in her hand and raised my chin to look her in the eye, "are you ready?" How could I say no. I nodded and swallowed, I felt a hand go down the back of my diaper and something slimy went in my rear. She then immediately took her pill. "Let's toss the dice my dear heart." My last clear moment of thought was "I really like it when she calls me that…" Ch. 11 Bonds of steel or not even Hercules could break that. It was like a flower opening. My understanding of Tina was completely wrong. I could feel her heart. It was like we had been linked. Like a shining star that represented her emotions toward me erupted in front of me. It was glorious. I had never known anyone could care for me like that. My eyes began to water up. I burst into sobs, what teen girls call ugly crying. I couldn't believe I had treated her so badly, her intentions could only be pure with that emotion. How could I be so mean? "I'm sorry" I choked out. I was in her arms, my skin to hers. My head resting on her chest, her heart was beating so perfectly. I didn't even remember her picking me up. She bounced and shushed my crying, all while crying herself. "I'm so sorry." I choked out again. "No baby, it's ok, I see now. It's ok. Shhhh, you are mine now, shhhhh, I won't ever let go, shhhhhh shhhhh." I calmed a little, enough to realize for the first time Tina was becoming my world. My emotions were there too. They weren't nearly as prominent but they were there. I couldn't let her go. My arms wrapped around her neck. I was never going to let go. She was patting my bottom and swishing me. Cooing and shushing my tears. I could do nothing for hers. ___________________ It had been like a dream. His skin to hers, she had learned that contact helped. He was holding her neck. She had braced for there to be almost nothing there, for even a little bit of indifference, but this she couldn't have expected. Cindy had loved her but not nearly as much as she had loved Cindy. This was nothing like that. This was indescribable. The pill forced the body to create thousands of times its usual pheromone output. Causing those near to experience the emotions you were outputting. Then it used the adrenal system to amplify what you felt, increasing brain processing in the area of emotion and a host of other things. The effects created a wonderment of emotions and effectively caused you to know all there was to know about what could not be said between 2 individuals. Being more experienced with the pill she could sense it all. Cindy's pain had been prominent and hard to bear, but this poor thing's fear was so overwhelming, no little body should be able to hold something so big. It had utterly shocked her. Something had happened though. His emotions for her were there, but his fear had almost drowned them. Miraculously though his fear had melted to almost unrecognizable, but his love had grown to replace his fear. She had had to sit down. It had made her knees weak. How could that happen? Her only guess was that he saw what she was and all those worries and doubts were erased. Without them to hold him back his heart opened to her. It felt like a miracle. Tina had cried tears of joy. She was glad she had both drank and made him drink water, they were both crying heavily. It had been almost an hour already and neither showed signs of stopping. This poor boy, her poor baby boy. He was hers as surely as the sun rose and set. Surely as she lived and breathed. ________________ My senses started to calm from the overload. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but the sun had set before I opened my eyes. My eyes were still bleary and watery but at least the sobbing had stopped. Never had I been so happy and sad at the same time. Tina… No I wouldn't call her that again Mommy Mommy had sat down and held me, her eyes were red too. She'd cried as well. "M.. mo.." "It's ok, my baby." "Mmm.. mommy?" She pulled me back close and I could feel her warmth grow. "I have food coming, my dear heart. Are you hungry?" I nodded my agreement against her chest. I didn't want to leave her glorious smell or miss hearing that heartbeat. What was this? She had said it amplified what was there. It made you realize what you already had for another. "Mommy, can… can I.." She tried to encourage me,"it's ok dear heart, you can say whatever it is?" Her voice had grown even more soft and loving. "Can I say I love you?" Taken back, mommy's eyes began to water again, but I could feel the joy so I didn't fear I had screwed up. "Oh dear heart yes you can, you never need permission for that." "I love you" She replied with "and I love you more." ______________________ He could make her smile in the darkest night, in the rain, surrounded by wolves. Their stomachs were growling, she wished that the delivery bot would move faster. Something so dumb might ruin this moment. She'd deserve it for not being patient. They needed a distraction. Clean up a bit and get some clothes on, she thought. She carried him without asking to the bathroom where she plopped his padded rear on the counter and gently wiped his face, cleaning his snotty nose, and cleaning his eyes up. Then she let him do her face. It had made them both laugh. The food alert came about 3 minutes before they were done, so she carried the baby to get the food and get set up. She had pulled out the high chair because she wanted to be closer to him than a booster would allow. Putting him there, she prepared the food. Soon they had eaten. She had fed him most of it, which he had seriously enjoyed. He had become so carefree at that moment. Not over thinking it all, he had laughed when she had tapped his nose with the spoon getting pudding all over it. In the end he may have been wearing more than he ate. Mostly because of his shenanigans rather than babyish eating. She bathed him afterwards. They played some simple games, she tickled him until he begged her to stop, read books with his head on her chest, cuddled and watched cartoons. As the effects were beginning to wind down, she didn't want to miss the opportunity, so she sat down with him and breastfed him. Neither talked during the prep, both knew what was happening and both were excitedly expectant. The moment would go down for both of them as one of the best moments in their lives. Perfectly in sync and able to understand each other's desires for just a few more minutes, he suckled and she held him. In the end he fell asleep again, almost as if drugged. He was awake then he was asleep. He fell off the latch even though his mouth kept working at it. She wiped the drool from his lip and placed him in bed as the last of his emotions drained out. She couldn't help but think, "what would she call him when he had been officially adopted?" __________________ I was certain when she offered the third contract to me I would say yes. Historically, it had weeded out more people than anything else. I couldn't imagine life without mommy. How could I turn her down after tonight? She was breastfeeding me now, I was staring into her eyes. I could feel the full effects of the pill dwindling. I could tell I was tired, my body done. At Least I was warm, she smiled at me and that was the last thing I remembered as I drifted off to blissful sleep. It had been a good night, but all good and bad things came to an end.

Hello Babs and Bigs (and all others!) I've been pulled out of the woodwork by The 3rd Kasarberang Story Contest! The NON-CONtest #3 ! Seriously, a thousand thanks to Kasarberang for these, otherwise I would probably never get the gumption to write. Now, I know the contest has very specific themes, and I've selected a couple of them, but they're secret for now, 'kay? I'll add them as tags later, but you don't want to spoil your appetite! So, here I am with a new tale, perhaps a bit based on a somewhat recent horror film, but it's already rapidly evolved into its own thing. With no further ado, here's the first course of "The Kids Menu" First Course - Amuse-Bouche “That’s not even the best part,” Tyler continued, passionately oversharing about his most recent obsession. Sarah smiled widely, her long light auburn hair whipping in the sea breeze, but her attention never broke from Tyler. She reveled in every little excited motion he made as he fixated on every fine detail of his story. She gave every outward appearance of profound interest, laughing, gasping, and even giving him light touches at the right moments, but the truth was it was at best a mild distraction from what had occupied her mind for months leading up to their date. But Tyler was none the wiser, carrying on what was one of the best conversations he had in years, with someone who but days before was a total stranger. It had to mean something, a deep connection, a kindred soul, maybe even love at first… The boat’s horn blew, ending both of their reveries, and turning their attention forward. The nearby conversations ceased just as abruptly, as the dozen passengers took in their destination. The private island that would serve as their paradise for the weekend was almost supernaturally beautiful. The crystal clear emerald waters lapped on the soft sand beach, from which a short wooden dock awaited their vessel. The sun dipped just behind the lush tree line, providing shade for the dock while keeping the sand warm. As the boat began to dock, Tyler could barely make out the path through to their villas and the main hall which would serve as their communal eating area for the duration of their stay. While he sat there taking in the sights, Sarah stood up and leaned over the boat’s railing, watching as a school of brightly colored fish darted past. “Ty, come look!” she shouted, pulling his attention towards her. His head whipped towards her, his shaggy sandy blonde hair falling in his eyes. As his hand wiped his vision clear, he froze and went red in the face. The short pale blue sundress that had framed Sarah’s assets quite nicely until now, had ridden up far enough that even the gentle breeze threatened to flash him. “Sarah! Y-y-y-,” he stammered, hiding his eyes, and gesturing furiously for her to come down. Sarah giggled inwardly, but feigned shock, yanking her dress down and shuffling over to Tyler. “My hero,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. His blush only intensified, but was accompanied with a genuine smile. She milked the moment by resting her head on his shoulder, a safe spot for a quick gaze to confirm a certain stiffening in his pants. Had she been a better person, she might have felt bad for how easily she was playing him, but things being what they were, she was loving every second of this. And, so far, so was he. Tyler would have been content staying in that moment for the whole weekend, but as the other passengers emptied out, he caught the skipper’s eyes and realized it was past time they get moving. He opened his mouth to speak such to his date, but as brief scenarios of saying the wrong thing flashed in his mind, he choked back the words. Again he opened his mouth, and shut it just as fast. He repeated this cycle for nearly a minute before Sarah decided he had suffered enough and lifted her head, miming a stretch. “Ty, babe, we shouldn’t keep them waiting,” she instructed him after taking an exaggerated look around, “it’s rude.” While he processed the change in tone, she stood up first and offered him a hand up. Not thinking any better of it, he meekly took it and stood to realize the rising problem in his pants. As he tried to pull his hand down to try and reposition or cover himself, she pulled his hand harder, and before he knew it they were both on the dock, in full view of everyone else. Without taking time to properly orient himself, he spun away from the group in front of him, and ran into a towering woman. Stumbling, he found himself caught by her firm, yet gentle hand. Her scent clung to him, sweet and strange, foreign and fruity. “Aren’t you an eager one?” she asked rhetorically, talking about him, but addressing the crowd more than she was him. She bent down slightly, both giving him ample view of her more than ample chest, and bringing her eyes nearly in line with him. “Just be careful where you point that thing, okay dear?” Having lost almost all higher brain function, Tyler nodded sheepishly. After feeling a firm prodding in his back from Sarah, he added “Y-yes ma’am.” “Miss Margot,” the woman before him corrected immediately. Tyler’s mouth hung open, his head listing to the side slightly. “It’s ‘Yes, Miss Margot’,” she said, pinching his jaw between two fingers. “Y-e-s,” he formed the sounds as she moved his mouth, “M-i-s-s M-a-r-g-o-t.” “Excellent,” she said dropping his jaw and pulling herself back up to full height and addressing everyone but him once again. “During your stay on my island, you are my guests, and welcome to all of its amenities. However, as your host, I do insist on at least some… decorum. The very least of which, is to refer to me as Miss Margot,” she turned her attention back to Tyler, “understood?” “Yes Miss Margot,” everyone echoed back with varying levels of enthusiasm. Some shouted it joyfully. Others recited it calmly. Tyler for his part barely broke a mumble. The introduction seemingly now complete, Sarah slipped her hand in his, and led the two off the dock along with the other guests. As they walked, she snuck a look back at Miss Margot and mouthed ‘thank you’, getting a gentle smile in return. The two continued to walk hand in hand across the beach, then down a shaded path to the heart of the island. Far ahead, a guide-woman explained the layout and features of the resort, but none of it registered with Tyler, and Sarah didn’t seem to pay it much interest. When they did arrive at the site of the main hall, Sarah split off from the group, still leading Tyler by the hand. The walk had done his head some good, but he hadn’t been able to reemerge from the shell his frightened psyche had retreated into. For now, his only link to the world around him was Sarah’s soft fingers, wrapped around his. It was more than enough. They quickly arrived at a beautiful villa. Thatched siding and roofing hid the modern materials employed in its construction, a solitary skylight breaking the illusion. The whole thing stood more than his head’s height off the ground on thick wooden pillars. As she led him up the rustic stairs to the doorway, he noticed the villa wasn’t as freestanding as it looked at a glance. A hallway ran, camouflaged, to the main hall, joining with one other along the way. He incorrectly assumed this was a matter of convenience, a way for them to reach the central hub of activity for the resort without leaving the comfort of the indoors. It did but that was only a secondary benefit. The door handle chimed as Sarah touched it, stealing Tyler’s attention from the hallway, and a moment later the cool air conditioning spilled out of the open door. “Magic touch,” she commented, waving at him with the fingers of her spare hand, then pulling him the rest of the way inside. The door swung shut quietly until it was closed, when a heavy lock clicked automatically into place. Sarah flopped onto the spacious bed in the center of the room, pulling Tyler down beside her. The two lay in silence for a long minute, still holding hands. “I’m glad, uhm,” Tyler lost his words as quickly as he found them, happy to return to the restful silence. “Me too,” Sarah replied, turning towards him, propping herself up on an elbow. “Not every day you get whisked away for a weekend in paradise by a beautiful woman you met just days before on a silly dating app, is it?” Tyler laughed, feeling the weight lift off his chest, lighting off more than just the day’s worries, but feeling free from what had become almost a lifetime of regrets. Regrets that washed back in like a wave of the sea, weighing him down once more. Noticing him tense back up, Sarah kissed his cheek. “I’ve got just the thing,” she said, getting up and strolling to the mini-bar. “There’s a fruit that grows here. Like, only here,” She explained while mixing various juices. “It’s called Heartfruit,” she paused, lifting up a plump, pink fruit that, true to its name, looked like a cartoon heart, “and it’s really quite fascinating, both medicinally and culinarily.” She tossed the fruit to him and one bumbling catch later, he examined the softball sized fruit. The skin wasn’t just thick, but hard and smooth, almost like a candy coating. “The skin, meat, juice, and seeds each have their own unique properties,” she continued, vigorously mixing the drink, “including some pretty fascinating neurological benefits.” Tyler sat up a bit at that word, ‘neurological’. Despite his years of undiagnosed depression, he recoiled at the idea of anything that might unknowingly alter his brain. It may not work right, but at least it was a misery he understood. So he barely drank more than a single beer in any given month, and would have been too afraid to get high, had anyone ever offered him the chance. He set the Heartfruit down on the bedside table, and dug for any excuse not to partake. Sarah finished mixing the drink and turned around to see the rising panic in Tyler’s eyes. She set the drink down and knelt in front of him at the foot of the bed. “Ty?” she asked, slowly raising a hand to pull his face towards hers. Tyler began to sniffle and cry. He was about to blow it again, lose everything all because he couldn’t stop being such a fool. When he felt her hand press against his cheek, he sniffled hard, and looked at her. He paused, then sniffed again. His tears cut off rather suddenly as his brain tried to piece together the strange smell. It had a sweetness to it, like a… foreign fruit. “That’s a good boy,” Sarah said, lifting the glass to his lips, and helping him drink down the Heartfruit cocktail. Tyler didn’t, couldn’t resist.

So at my job I just instant coffee crystals for coffee. So it's like powdered hot coco, but in coffee form. So I found out if you use too much coffee crystals in one cup, It make your bowels move fast! Not only use coffee crystals for move things along. But also have a good size fiber breakfast, like oatmeal or frosted mini wheats for volume. ( also help to have a heftey meal the day before) So there's a helpful tip you guys

After posting my last post and reviewing comments and thinking about all of my actions I have decided that my fetish has turned into more of an addiction and has been controlling my life. I don't want that.. I feel it's time to say farewell for now. Will I come back? Possibly, I don't know yet. I'm trying to avoid everything involving diapers starting with social media. This is the first step in a 3 step process. The first is giving up abdl social media accounts (for now), the second is giving up regressing and punishments, the final step and most difficult is giving up wearing them. My last case of diapers showed up a couple days ago and when I run out I'm not buying anymore until I can control this. Please DO NOT make the same mistake I did. You think it's what you want but you probably don't see all of what it's affecting. If things get too stressful I'm thinking of having a little safe with a couple sample packs of diapers just in case I can't calm down any other way. But I cannot access this box only my gf can since she will know the code and if she sees that I cannot calm down she will give me one diaper and that's it and I will have 1-2 hours with it. I hope this will fix my addiction.. Stay safe and stay pampered! X̷o̷X̷o̷X̷o̷X̷o̷ - Grace (aka APaddedPilot)

hi everyone, i'm sammy, i'm 23 years old and have been an adult baby since the start of this june under the care of my partner, now my mommy. I'm here to make friends, share life experiences and have a good time with yall :)

So I received my new comforter, and I absolutely LOVE it! It's everything I wanted and it fits my room perfectly. It's nice and soft and lightweight, just like they said it was.😁😃 It was a very excellent purchase.♥️💯😊

This story was created for the 3rd Kasarberang Story Contest. It is currently incomplete, but I do plan on working on it more in the future. --- My first week of college had gone way smoother than I had anticipated it would. All of my professors are nice and haven't assigned an unreasonable amount of homework, the weather was beautiful, and my sorority sisters are all kind! Last week I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I was leaving my parents for the first time and about to start a new chapter of my life. But if every week could be as good as this one, then there would be nothing to worry about. My name is Natalia and I'm a freshman at Green Meadow University. Green Meadow had been my first choice of college and thankfully my grades were good enough to get me in. Unfortunately it also meant that I wouldn't be able to stay at home with my parents, as Green Meadow was over 5 hours away. Saying goodbye to my parents after they dropped me off had been one of the hardest things I have had to do. The support from my sorority sisters really helped me get through the first day. My older sister was part of a sorority all throughout her college career and always told me about how much it had helped her. Her stories and testimonies left an impression on me, and it's ultimately what made me decide to apply for one myself. Delta Delta Sigma was one of the most exclusive at Green Meadow and somehow I managed to get accepted in, along with only two other freshman. Delta Delta Sigma only had a total of 14 members. Three freshmen, four sophomores, two juniors, and three seniors. All of them have been super nice to me so far, but it was fairly apparent that some of them had a bit of an ego. I guess that's to be expected when you're a part of such an exclusive group. As long as I stay on their good side it shouldn't be an issue. My fellow freshmen didn't seem to have an ego like our seniors. They seemed like genuinely nice people, just trying to adjust to one of the biggest changes of their lives. Kate had come to Green Meadow from half-way across the country. While I was a lot closer to my family than her, we still managed to form a bond over being so far away from our families. Kate is roughly five-foot-five and has shoulder-length blonde hair. My other freshman sister, Sierra, came from a town only 30 minutes away from Green Meadow. I'll admit that I was a bit envious of her. Having her own car and being only thirty minutes away from her parents meant she could visit home basically whenever she wanted. That wasn't all though. Her height of five-foot-nine was quite contrasting to my short, five-foot-one stature. Her double-D's were also quite lovely when compared to the A-cups that I'm sporting. All of this, combined with her smooth, dark skin and pretty black pony-tail got her a lot of attention from the guys around campus. Sierra was definitely a looker and she knew it. Despite that, she was still very kind, which made me feel a bit guilty. Even though my first week of college had been smooth, I was still glad that it was finally the weekend. Going to four different classes nearly every day sounded easy to me at first, but it was a lot more exhausting than high school. Once I finished my last class for the day I headed back to the sorority house to get a jump-start on my weekend and veg-out a bit. I was glad to find that my roommate was gone when I got to my room. Lisa, my roommate, was nice, but it was very apparent that she thought pretty highly of herself. She was a senior with a drop-dead gorgeous body. At first I thought it was a bit odd that I got paired up with a senior, but that ended up being the case for both Kate and Sierra as well. I guess it's supposed to be some kind of mentorship thing, but it's a bit intimidating to be honest. With her gone I could relax a lot easier. In no time at all I had changed into a pair of sweatpants and booted up an episode of The Office on my laptop. While that played in the background I got started on my weekend homework. By the time Lisa got back I was already finished and on the verge of falling asleep. "Hey Natalia," Lisa said as she entered out room, "how was your day today?" "It was good, but I'm glad it's the weekend." I responded, waking up a bit. "Me too! I don't know if you've heard yet, but tomorrow is our yearly fundraising event." "Oh, no one told me about that. Is there anything I need to do?" I asked. Why didn't anyone tell me sooner? It's not like I had any plans, but a bit more notice would have been nice. "Sorry about that! We always have our fundraiser on the first Saturday of them term. We must have forgot to tell you all. We already have everything ready, so we'll tell you what you have to do tomorrow." "Oh, okay." I thought it was a bit odd that Lisa didn't give me much information about the fundraiser. I didn't want to bother her by asking for more details though so I let it go. It sounds like everything has already been taken care of anyways, so it should be easy. Later in the night, somewhere around 9:00pm, Lisa told me that it would probably be a good idea to go to bed early. When I questioned her on why, she would only tell me that it was going to be a long day tomorrow and that I'd want to be well-rested for it. I almost never went to bed before 11:00pm and hardly ever had an issue getting through the day. I thought about just ignoring her, but at the same time she actually knew what was going on tomorrow. I decided to compromised and call it a night at 10:00pm. ----- I was jolted awake in the morning due to a bunch of pressure on my arms and legs. I tried to sit up out of surprise but couldn't due to the pressure on my shoulders keeping me pinned against my bed. When I looked around I saw that the people holding me down were other sorority members, who were all sporting malicious grins. "What the hell is going on?!" I demanded with my raspy morning voices. "We're getting you ready for the fundraiser." Lisa stated as she loomed over me at the end of my bed. "What the fuck does this have to do with the fundraiser?" I asked while trying to shake myself free from the grips of my sorority sisters. "You'll see real soon." Lisa said with a giggle. Lisa walked around to my right side and stood next to Janna, the junior sorority member who was pinning down that side of me. I looked over at Lisa and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I gasped as she bent over and stuck her fingers under my basketball shorts that I had gone to sleep in. She then began forcing them down my legs, exposing my panties. "Hey! Stop! What the fuck!?" I yelled, trying to thrash around even harder to try to free myself. "You've got quite the mouth on you little girl." Janna stated and let out a giggle. "And some cute panties, too." Gabby, the sophomore on my left, added. I peered down my bed and was able to get a glimpse at the panties I had one. They were my pinks ones with a black, lace bow on the center. One of my most embarrassing, yet comfortable ones. "Quiet down Natalia. We'll be done faster if you stop struggling." Lisa suggested as she pulled my shorts down to my ankles. "Done with what?!" Let me go!" I demanded, continuing my struggling. "I told you. We're getting you ready for the fundraiser. Now quiet down and hold still." Lisa commanded, this time with more annoyance in her voice. "Not until you tell me what the fuck you're doing and why you're holding me down!" I continued to demand. "Fine! If it will get you to shut up and stop struggling then I'll show you what we're doing." Lisa said as she removed my shorts and took them out of sight. When she came back she was holding something square and pink in hands. The was some kind of pattern on it as well, but I couldn't make out any details about it. Dread began to envelope me as she unfolded the object and I began to realize what it was. "What the fuck is that for?!" I yelled at Lisa. "It's for you. It's part of your outfit for the fundraiser." Lisa answered, acting like it was a normal piece of clothing. "I'm not wearing a diaper!" I shouted at her. "Oh yes you are. That's why I have Gabby and Janna here to help me. Now settle down and let me put your diaper on." Lisa ordered. "No way! You're not putting me in a diaper!" I yelled at Lisa as I continued trying to free myself. "Alright, I think we've heard enough out of you." Lisa stated as she set the diaper down on top of my stomach and walked away. When she came back a moment later she was holding something else in her hands. As she got closer I began to get a better look at what it was. It appeared to be a pink pacifier that had black, leather straps attached to the sides of it. The pacifier was way bigger than any I'd even seen before though. A new wave of panic kicked in as she grabbed the handle on the pacifier shield and started approaching my face. "Get that away from me!" I demanded as I jerked my head away from her. "So fussy. This is why I told you to go to bed early last night." Lisa commented as she used her free hand to grip my chin and force me to look at her. With my mouth forced open by her she popped the huge rubber nipple of the pacifier into my mouth. With it inside, she quickly took hold of both leather straps and pulled them behind my head. Her large boobs were smothering my face as she secured the two straps together tightly behind my head using the buckle latch. With it secured there was no way for me to get it out without my hands. I tried to yell at them to take the damn pacifier out, but the nipple was so big that it prevent me from forming anything close to comprehensible. The pacifier seriously took up almost all of the room in my mouth and forced my tongue down. I realized now that I wouldn't even be able to call for help. There's no way anyone outside of the room would be able to hear my muffled cries. "There we go, that's much better. You be a good girl and nurse your paci while mommy gets your diaper on." Lisa cooed at me and pinched my cheeks. Now that I was effectively muted she went back to work. She took hold of the thin sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, exposing my hairless crotch. With little effort on her part she removed it completely and threw it off to the side. "Aww look at that, smooth as a baby." Lisa commented, eliciting laughs from everyone except me. I continued struggling as Lisa picked up the diaper and brought it between my legs. The girls holding me down lifted my bottom up for her so that she could position the diaper below me. As they lowered me I felt my butt make contact with the soft padding, sending another wave of fear through me. Why was this happening to me?! With the diaper now positioned under me, Lisa walked away to grab something else. She came back moments later holding two bottles. She popped the lid off of one and began pouring it out onto her hand. She then began rubbing her hands together and seconds later she was rubbing it into my crotch and bottom. "We wouldn't want our cute little baby to get a rash, would we?" Lisa asked rhetorically as she rubbed the baby oil into me. There was no way she seriously believed I would use this diaper, right? Once she was satisfied with the amount of baby oil she had applied to me Lisa opened the second bottle. She tipped it upside down over me and began dumping baby powder out onto my pelvis. The smell quickly began dominating the room as she poured much more than necessary out and began rubbing it into my butt cheeks, legs, and crotch. Once Lisa deemed me to be sufficiently powdered she grabbed the front of the diaper brought it up and over my pelvis. The tapes sounded like someone scratching a chalk board to me as she pulled them loose. One by one she ripped them off and used them to secure the over-sized diaper. In no time at all she had the diaper securely fastened to me. "There we go! That wasn't so bad, was it baby?" Lisa asked me, knowing that I couldn't tell her what I really thought. Of course it was bad! I am an eighteen year old college student being forced to suck on a pacifier while my upperclassman hold me down and force an over-sized baby diaper on me! "Now let's finish getting you dressed and you can go meet the other babies." Lisa said as she went back to grab something else. Other babies? Were they doing this to Kate and Sierra too? What the hell kind of fundraiser is this? When Lisa came back she was holding something that made me want to puke. She walked in to the room showcasing a small, pink, ruffly dress. When I say small, I mean small. This dress looked like it was for a six year old's princess Halloween costume. If it weren't for the diaper they had just put on me, I would never believe that they would try to make me wear that. I prayed that it would be too small to fit on me. "Get her shirt off girls. We're starting to run late." Lisa commanded. Next thing I knew Lisa was holding my legs down while Gabby and Jana worked my shirt off my body. I tried to fight them off but was no match for their combined strength. In a depressing amount of time they had removed my shirt and exposed my small chest. "You're perfect for this. If you had any boobies at all this dress might not fit." Lisa stated as she picked the dress back up and re-positioned herself to my side. From this close I could see how small the dress really was. There was no way this dress would cover the diaper at all! Without warning Gabby and Jana used their legs to keep mine pinned down. They both took hold of my arms and forced me to sit up. The movement made the diaper crinkle, embarrassing me even further. Gabby and Jana then forced me to raise my arms into the air. Once there, Lisa began forcing the dress onto me. Sadly, it stretched just enough to go down my body. Once it was as low as it could go, Lisa backed off. "Aww don't you look adorable! We're not done yet though!" Lisa said as she went to grab more clothes. The dress felt tight on my body. Not uncomfortable, but noticeable. As I suspected, the frilly three-layer skirt did nothing to cover any of the diaper. The sleeves were very short and barely covered any of my arms. The front of the dress had a purple and pink fairy made out of glitter on it, something that I hadn't noticed until now. The shoulders puffed out into little balls and had ribbons on top of them. There was no way this dress was made for kids older than 8. This was almost as humiliating as the diaper! When Lisa came back she had a bag that I couldn't see the contents of. The first thing she pulled out were pink and white thigh-high socks, which she promptly pulled up my legs. Next were a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes, decorated with rhinestones and butterflies. Like the socks, she quickly attached them to my feet. To my dismay, they fit perfectly. The last thing she pulled out was a large, pink pacifier with a unicorn design on it. Attached to it was a pacifier clip with a strap decorated with the same unicorn as the pacifier. Lisa attached the strap to the left shoulder of the dress and let the pacifier dangle down. "Are you going to be a good girl if I take your binky out? Nod your head for me." Lisa asked me in a voice as if she was talking to a child. There was no way for me to escape at the moment, so I decided the best course of action would be to cooperate. Hopefully I'd have a chance to escape later. Until then I just needed to bide my time. I nodded my head. "Okay, if you're naughty we're going to have to punish you again, okay?" Lisa said as she undid the belt on the gag. She slowly removed it from my mouth, only to quickly replace it with the pacifier that had been clipped onto the dress. Lisa looked me in the eyes and kept her finger on the pacifier until I started sucking on it. Only then did she remove her hand. "There's my good girl. Now you keep that in until someone else takes it out, okay? Stand her up girls." Lisa ordered. Gabby and Jana took hold of my arms and were easily able to lift me onto my feet. I didn't try to fight them as they propped me up and kept hold of my arms. "I think we can let her go now. She's going to be a good girl, right?" Lisa asked me. I responded by nodding my head again. Even if they let go of me I wouldn't be able to escape. Lisa was between me and the door, which was shut and probably locked. Gabby and Jana released me from their grip and I did nothing but let my arms fall to my sides. "Gabby start combing her hair. Jana, go make sure the other babies are ready. I'll start doing her makeup." Lisa commanded. Jana unlocked the door walked out, closing it as she left. Gabby also followed her orders and began combing out my bedhead. Lisa went to her side of the bedroom and grabbed her makeup kit and placed it on my bed next to me. The two girls spent the next 5 minutes performing their respective tasks. I tried to sit as still as possible while keeping the pacifier in my mouth. I had no clue what all Lisa was putting on me, as they had me faced away from the mirror. When Gabby finished brushing my hair she began pulling it into twin-tails and tying ribbons around them. "I think that should just about do it. Why don't you turn around and see how pretty you look, Baby Girl?" Lisa said and she packed up her makeup kit. I slowly turned around and braced myself for what I was about to see. When I saw my reflection I didn't even recognize myself. The childish outfit, hairstyle, and makeup made me look a third my age. With the pacifier and obviously exposed diaper though, it brought it down to a sixth. I felt absolutely humiliated and my red face definitely reflected it. "You're the prettiest baby ever! Now come on, let's go get you set." Lisa said, taking my arm and forcing me to stand. "Wait! I don't want everyone to see me like this!" I protested, letting the pacifier fall out of my mouth. "Don't worry, Baby! They'll take one look at you and die from a cuteness overload! Now, be a good girl for me and keep that binky in until I take it out." Lisa responded as she picked up the dangling pacifier and shoved it back in my mouth. I knew that negotiating wasn't going to change their minds, so I bowed my head and let Lisa drag me out of our bedroom. The thick padding of the diaper forced me to have a bit of waddle in my walk, which only furthered my embarrassment. Thankfully, only a few of our sorority sisters were outside in the living room. All them look at me as we walked out and started cooing at me. "She's so cute!" "I wish she was my baby sister!" "She looks just like a toddler!" Their lack of shock at what was going on all but confirmed to me that they were all in on this too. I tried to ignore them as best as I could as I let Lisa lead me around. That was until we started nearing to front door. There was no way I was letting her take me outside like this! I stopped dead in my tracks and yanked my hand away from Lisa. "I am not going out there like this!" I stated. "Stop being fussy, Nataly. We have a schedule to keep and I know everyone wants to see how cute you are." Lisa responded, grabbing my hand again. "Absolutely not! This has gone far enough already!" I yelled at her. "Ughh, I knew you were going to be fussy about this. Girls, help me out here." Lisa ordered. Out of nowhere, the girls who had previously been cooing at me had taken hold of my limbs. "Let go of me!" I said as I started trying to struggle free. Unfortunately it was in vain though. The girls had me exactly where they wanted me and there was nothing I could do to free myself. "Since you can't be a good girl we're going to have to use your naughty-binky. Lisa said as she forced my mouth open. A second later she had the nipple of the pacifier gag back in my mouth. The belt was then secured behind my head again, effectively silencing me. The girls then began forcing me towards the door. Despite how hard I tried, nothing I could do would stop them. Lisa opened the door for them as they drug me out into the sunlight. What I saw waiting in the front yard began to fill me with dread. Setup in the front yard were three big highchairs. Occupying two of them were Kate and Sierra, who were both dressed up as babyish as myself. Both girls were strapped into the highchairs with tight, black straps that buckled at their stomachs. Their wrists and ankles had leather cuffs around them that attached directly to the highchairs, keeping them from freeing themselves. Kate seemed to be wearing a small, white sundress covered all over in sunflowers. She had a matching pacifier strap attached to her shoulder, which held a dangling, yellow pacifier. Her medium sized breast caused it to ride up though, making sure that the diaper she was wearing was plainly visible. The diaper that she had no doubt been forced into as well matched her sundress, being white and covered with sunflowers. She was also gagged like me, only hers was yellow. Sierra wasn't much better off. Her breasts must have been too big for any actual children clothes to fit her, so instead she was wearing a white shirt with the Pampers logo on it. The shirt was still small and accentuated her breasts, but it seemed like it was actually made for an adult to wear. In addition to that she had a short, blue skirt with suspenders that ran over her shoulders. The skirt was so high up on her that it left the diaper she was also wearing completely exposed. Hers was light blue and decorated with clouds and suns with smiley faces. Like the two of us she also had her own color coded pacifier attached to her suspender with a strap. Also like us, she was gagged. 'What the hell kind of fundraiser is this?!' I thought to myself. I didn't have much time to think though, as I was rapidly being dragged over to the empty highchair. I renewed my efforts to struggle free, but it was pointless. With little effort, the girls were able to shove me into the seat and lock my wrists and ankles away with the cuffs. Lisa then came over and tighted the straps over my waist and shoulders, making sure that I could hardly move in the seat. Finally, she picked up the tray and locked it into place in front of me. "You're even cuter when you're pouting, Baby. You sit tight and be a good girl while your big sisters finish getting ready." Lisa said before patting my head and walking off. I looked over to Kate, who looked back at me with a defeated look in her eyes. I had been too distracted before to notice, but there were a bunch of tables set up on the other side of the front yard. On top of them were several boxes and sitting in front of them were two sophomore girls from the sorority. They appeared to be getting ready to take money. It didn't take long for people to take notice of us. A small group quickly began to form of people gawking and taking pictures. Several of them were starting to make comments about how cute we were and laughing at our giant diapers. The three of us tried to hide or faces and ignore them, but it was futile. "Attention everyone! This years Delta Delta Sigma fundraiser is almost ready to begin!" Lisa yelled into a megaphone from somewhere out of our sight. "This year we're doing a baby feed! Here soon you'll be able to purchase jars of baby food and feed them to our cute little babies! All proceeds will go to funding Delta Delta Sigma for the year! The line starts over there!" Baby food feed? Is that why they did this to us? I don't want to eat baby food! There was no way I am going to let that happen! A lot of the crowd began to head for the tables in front of all of the boxes. A few second later and I could begin to see Lisa approaching us, carrying something in her hand. "Hello babies! As you just heard, we're doing a baby food feed, and as you probably could have guessed, you're the babies! I know you're probably all a bit cranky right now, but we need you to be very good girls for us today. People are paying good money to feed you all some nice, yummy baby food. I expect all of you to behave and eat it all with no fussing. Each of you is going to have babysitter standing by to make sure you're behaving. Remember, bad little girls get punished. Let me show you what you can expect if you're naughty." Lisa explained. Lisa pulled a small remote out of her pocket and showed it to us. She mad a point of making sure we could see her pressing the button. As soon as she did, terrible pain ripped throughout my entire body. I screamed into the pacifier in my mouth and thrashed against my restraints. I couldn't even think until it stopped and I was left panting into my gag. My eyes were watering and I was having trouble collecting myself. "Naughty babies get zappies. Unless you enjoyed that, I suggest you be on your best behavior. Now that we got that out of the way, I'm going to go around and take your binkies out. When I do, I expect you to tell me that you're going to be a good girl and nothing else, okay?" Lisa said as she approached Sierra. "Fuck you, Lisa!" Sierra said as soon as her gag was removed. "You can't force us to do this! Let us out, now!" Suddenly, Sierra yelled out in pain as she began getting shocked. "What a vulgar little girl! If we weren't low on time I would wash that naughty mouth out with soap!" Lisa exclaimed, clearing enjoying watching Sierra suffer. After a few seconds, Lisa stopped zapping Sierra and gave her a moment to catch her breath. "Well?" Lisa asked her. "Fuck you." Sierra said. Lisa then spent the next thirty seconds bursting Sierra with electricity. She would go for a few seconds before stopping and letting Sierra catch her breath. There was little time for her to recover though, as the zapping would start up again soon after. By the end of it, it was obvious that Sierra was crying. "Are you ready to be a good girl now?" Lisa asked the poor girl. "Y-yes." Sierra responded quietly with a defeated tone. "Say it. And apologize for swearing." Lisa commanded. "I'll be a good girl. I'm sorry for swearing." Sierra answered, still trying to recompose herself. "That's what I thought." Lisa said as she picked up the pacifier dangling from Sierra's suspender and placed it in her mouth. "Keep that in until someone takes it out." Lisa finally showed Sierra mercy and left her alone. She walked over to where Kate was confined and began removing her pacifier gag. Kate remained silent as she did so, likely afraid of suffering as Sierra had. "Well Katie, are you going to be a good girl?" Lisa asked her. "I'll be a good girl." Kate said. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Lisa replied, placing the non-gag pacifier in Kate's mouth. Dread filled me as Lisa approached me. Like Sierra, I wanted to tell her off and demand she release us. I was absolutely terrified of getting shocked again though. The brief few seconds of it earlier was the worst pain I had ever felt. I don't know if I could stand it again. As Lisa reached behind me and unsecured my gag I prepared myself to submit. "I'll be a good girl." I told Lisa, not even making her prompt me. "I know you will, sweetie." Lisa said, placing the pacifier attached to my outfit in my mouth and patting my head. Lisa walked off and returned shortly holding something new. When she sat them down on the try of the highchair I was in I was able to determine that they were bibs. Not normal baby bibs though, these had to be custom made. For one, they were sized up and clearly meant to be worn by an adult. Secondly, they each had our names sewn into them. The one clearly designated for me was white with a pink border and "Baby Natalie" sewn in pink cursive. Insead of a dot on the 'i' there was instead a tiara. "Look what your big sisters got you! We wouldn't want to get food all over your pretty clothes, would we?" Lisa said. Lisa picked up the bib with my name on it and placed it over my check. She brought the wings of it behind my neck and secured it using the attached velcro. She then went around and did the same to the other girls. Their bibs were similar to mine, but instead of being pink they were yellow and blue. The 'i' on Kate's, which had 'Katie' instead, had a sunflower for a dot. Sierra's was blue and had a cloud. "There we go. I think we're just about ready to get started. Remember what happens to bad babies." She held up the remote and threatened us. I don't think any of us needed to be reminded. Lisa left us and walked over to the table. She said something to them that we weren't able to hear. She returned again shortly after followed by Janna and the other Junior in our sorority, Hannah. "Me again babies! We're going to be your babysitters for a while. Janna, you're with Katie and Hannah you're with Sierra. Little Natalie here is mine. We'll make sure you're behaving and that anyone who wants to feed you knows what to do. We each have our own remotes in case anyone decides to be naughty. We're just about to start, so I'm going to go over what's expected from you. We're going to take out your binkies and you're going to stay quiet unless spoken to. If someone asks you something you will respond appropriately with a babyish voice. You already know what happens if you don't. When people come up with the babyfood they bought they're going spoon-feed it to you. You're going to eat all of it and then thank them in your cutest baby voice when you're done. Nice and easy." Lisa explained. After hearing that I knew that this was going to get way worse before it got better. What did I do to deserve this? My choices were either let myself get fed baby food while dressed like a baby or get shocked until I'm willing to do so. I have no memory of ever eating baby food, but there is no doubt in my mind that it doesn't taste good. Did I do something in a past life to warrant this? I pray that none of this finds its way to my friends and family back home. "Oh! It looks like our first customers are coming!" Lisa said. All three of us looked over in horror to see a lady and two guys walking towards us from the tables. Each one had a jar of baby food in their hands. Fear enveloped me as it became that the guy and girl were both approaching me. "Oh my god, Lisa. Your baby is so cute!" The lady said after placing the jar on the tray of my highchair. "I know! Isn't she the cutest? Not to say that our other babies aren't cute as well." Lisa responded. "Oh for sure, they're all adorable. This is already the best fundraiser that DDS has done. Do you want some num-nums, sweetie?" She said as she turned and looked at me. Do I respond? Should I just stay silent? The fear of getting shocked again made me nervous to do anything. Lisa told me to keep the pacifier in and I didn't want to disobey her. "Oh I'm sure she does." Lisa answered for me. She proceeded to pull the pacifier out of my mouth and let it fall to my chest. "Ask Ms. Kenzie to feed you, baby". "Pwease feed me Ms. Kenzie" I said in my best little girl voice, humiliated. Having to endure this was already terrible. Why did she have to make me beg for it? "You got it, sweetie. Here comes the airplane!" The lady said. Kenzie unscrewed the lid of the jar and used the plastic, pink spoon that Lisa gave her to scoop up the goo. She held it up in front of me and began making airplane sounds as she floated it around my face. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth for her. After another second of airplane noises and Kenzie waving the spoon around she placed it into my mouth. I closed my mouth around the spoon and was immediately assaulted by the taste of Peas. The taste and smell alone almost made me gag, but the texture was what about pushed me over the edge. All of it was awful! I almost spit it out before remembering what would surely happen if I did. As Kenzie retracted the spoon I let the goop stay in my mouth. I swallowed it as soon as I could to try to get it out of my mouth. "What a hungry baby. Here comes another airplane!" Kenzie said, scooping up another spoon full. I opened my mouth for her again in hopes of making this go by as fast as possible. She inserted the spoon into my mouth and I swallowed the baby food as fast as I could. We continued this cycle two more times until she finally ran out of food. I was relieved for all of three seconds, where I got a glimpse at the line that was forming behind Kenzie. There were 6 people waiting to feed me! I look over at Kate and Sierra and lines were forming behind them as well. From the look on their faces it was apparent that they despised the baby food just as much as I did. "Remember to thank Ms. Kenzie, baby." Lisa said. "Tank you Ms. Kenzie." I said with my baby voice. "It was my pleasure sweetheart. If you're lucky maybe I'll visit you again." Kenzie said as she moved to the side. The guy who had walked over with her stepped forward and unscrewed the lid on his jar. Kenzie passed the spoon off to him and started chatting with Lisa. "Are you ready?" He asked me, not caring to pretend I was a baby. "Y-yes." I answered and opened my mouth. I didn't notice before, but he was actually kind of cute. I was too humiliated to look him in the face while he shoveled the nasty, sweet-potato flavored goo into my mouth. Like before I swallowed as quickly as possible. "Tank you for feeding me." I said as he walked away to join Kenzie and Lisa. He didn't even acknowledge me as he did, which was honestly relieving. Next in line was another girl, one that I recognized from my writing class. I prayed that she didn't recognize me. "Hi there Baby Natalie. Are you hungry?" She asked me. I nodded my head in response to her and she began opening the jar she had. "Well I got just the thing for you. Say 'ahh'." "Ahh" I said quietly and opened my mouth for her. She scooped up a big spoonful of food and moved it towards my mouth. She had terrible aim though, which caused some of it to get on my cheek. "Hold still, baby. I don't want to miss." The girl said as she scooped up another spoonful. Once again she 'missed' and got even more on my cheek. "Such a squirmy little girl. It's a good thing you're strapped into your highchair." "Tank you for feeding me." I said when I finally finished her jar. "Oh it was no problem, Baby. But I think you owe me an apology for being so squirmy." She responded. She wanted ME to apologize?! She purposefully got baby food all over my damn face and she wants me to apologize for it? I was about ready to yell at her when I noticed Lisa glaring at me, remote in hand. "Sowwy fo being squirmy." I answered after sighing. Next up was another guy. He seemed a lot more happy to be here than the first guy. "That's a cute diaper! Did you pick it out yourself?" He asked me. I had almost forgotten about the diaper. I had, embarrassingly, grown used to the bulk between my legs and the padding I was sitting on. Him referencing made me take notice of it again though. It also reminded me that it was clearly visible to everyone around. I answered him by shaking my head. "Shy, huh? Well that's okay. Open up for the choo-choo train!" He said. I opened my mouth to accept the latest spoonful of gross mush and he began making train noises. This continued for the whole duration of him feeding me. When he was done I thanked him like everyone else. After being fed by four more people I began to notice a problem: I need to pee. I usually went right after getting out of bed, but today that wasn't possible. I was too distracted by everything happening until now to even notice how badly I needed to go. "Lisa?" I asked out loud after thanking the last person who fed me. "What is it, baby?" Lisa asked, coming closer to me. "I need to pee." I whispered to her. "So?" "So let me out!" "No Natalie. If you need to go potty you can use your diaper." "But Lisa-" "Natalie, if I hear one more peep out of you about this you're getting zappies. Use your diapie and eat your food like a good girl." I screamed internally. Dressing me up like this was already bad enough, but she actually expected me to use the diaper? I should have honestly seen that coming. I resolved to hold it as long as I could, but I knew that it was a losing battle. There was no way I'd be able to hold on for much longer. After two more jars of baby food, it happened. I was clearly doing a potty dance in my seat. It was pretty ineffective though due to how tight the restraints were on me. As I was accepting another spoonful I felt a bit leak out. I gasped and some of the food fell down onto my bib. "Uh oh, is someone having an accident?" The girl feeding me asked. I ignored her and futility tried to stop myself from peeing. Not being able to move my arms made it impossible though. I was forced to accept my fate as I let go and allowed my pee to flood the diaper. The diaper easily absorbed all of it and spread it out. I could feel the warmth touching my butt as it flowed backwards. "Aww, it's okay, baby. That's why you have your diaper." Lisa said, patting my head. I had my eyes and mouth closed while I was peeing. That didn't stop the girl from continuing to try to feed me though. My lips were closed and she still forced the spoon through them, getting baby food all over my upper lip and below my nose. I reacted with surprise and she pulled the spoon out, leaving most of the food in my mouth. Once I was finished releasing my bladder I swallowed it, only to immediately be met with another spoonful. Unlike when it was dry, the diaper was impossible to ignore when wet. The heat from my urine was a constant reminder of what I just did and the now expanded padding squelched as I wiggled around. The padding between my legs had expanded a good amount and forced them apart more than before, giving anyone in front of me an even better view of the diaper. Several more jars of baby food later and I was full. I was beginning to slow down in swallowing the food I was given. The person holding the spoon would be waiting in front of my mouth with another spoonful before I could even finish swallowing the previous one. Most of them would wait for me to accept the next one myself, but some would force the spoon into my mouth before I was ready. This made me even messier and made it even harder for me to catch-up. "Lisa, please, I don't think I can eat anymore." I said after thanking the person who had just finished. Suddenly I felt shocking pain all over my body. I thrashed around and tried to escape it, but couldn't. More pee escaped my body and soaked into the diaper while it was happening. When it finally stopped I had tears in my eyes. "I'm not going to tolerate anymore complaining, Natalie. Good girls eat their baby food." Lisa said sternly. I was too scared to speak up again after that, so I shut my mouth and waited for the next person to get ready.

Part Fifteen Amelia wasn’t prepared in the slightest to handle the logic Ashley was using. Normally, when you tell someone you prefer a certain name, that’s the end of it. They might slip up once or twice afterwards, but eventually it’s familiar enough that they’ll always get it right. This was quite the exception. Not only was Amelia’s name incorrectly filed in the office, apparently, but now Ashley was actively working against her attempts to correct it. Not maliciously; at least, not on the surface. Instead, she approached things in a similar manner to when a parent pushes vegetables on a child. “How can you say you don’t like something if you’ve never tried it?” Ashley asked, “I mean, I tried ‘Ash’ for like a month one time, and it really grew on me.” “That’s not the same,” Amelia said. She had already gone through a short ‘Amy’ phase, which was more or less the same as the way Ashley shortened her own name. But Millie? Not great. Although it’s not like she could deny the dark haired girl’s point. Over the course of her meeting with Ms. Song, Amelia had already gone from subtly grimacing every time she was called ‘Millie’ to not batting an eye at it by the end. Maybe it was an acquired taste. Or maybe she was just going numb to it, which is distinctly different than growing to like something. Either way, she’d have to deal with it for a little while longer. Ashley seemed fixated on the idea now that they were talking about it. “Let’s walk and talk, Millie,” she said. Taking Amelia’s hand, she gave a small tug towards the double doors. “And you can tell me all about why trying new things is so scary.” What . . .? Amelia was both caught off guard and a little insulted by the girl’s casual words. It wasn’t like that! She considered herself a fairly adventurous person. To have a total stranger imply the opposite, even if it was in a teasingly patronizing way, put her at a loss for words for a moment. It was also a second problem to face; girls talked, and it would be better if Ashley liked her. Positive gossip meant a good reputation on the first day of class. Negative gossip, however, was twice as powerful. More than anything, Amelia wanted the former. Not to be a ‘cool teacher’ or anything like that. She just hoped to avoid the uphill battle that would come with a bunch of girls not respecting her from day one. But what could she say? It’s not like Amelia could talk about all the bars and clubs she went to on the weekends. What kinds of ‘new things’ would be relatable and impressive to an eighteen year old? With all the thoughts sparked from Ashley’s nonchalant yet offensive question, Amelia didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with her hand being taken. Reluctantly walking forward from how the hand cupped around hers led forward, Amelia tried to tackle both the ‘Millie’ thing as well as the conversation it was leading towards. “I’m not scared of anything, Ash,” she said. Despite the schoolgirl outfit, Amelia was still an adult and a future teacher. Confidence was a little more difficult to grasp, however, after doing so poorly on a test and going through such a demeaning meeting afterwards. “Oh?” Ashley replied. She pushed one of the doors open and tugged at Amelia’s arm again to guide her through. The autumn air was noticeably colder with only a skirt to protect her legs, although the blazer helped. The mid-morning sun shone down onto an empty quad; all the other girls must be in class, which meant that she wouldn’t have to be seen by dozens of students. Not yet, at least. Amelia assumed she would have to walk from class to class like everyone else that afternoon. Not only for the ‘first day experience,’ but also because only observing one teacher didn’t make as much sense as observing several. “Mm hmm,” Amelia nodded. She was just now registering that they were holding hands. Lightly blushing at the fact that she would definitely look like the younger girl from afar compared to Ashley’s mature height and figure, Amelia resisted the urge to pull her hand free. Now that she had allowed it to begin with, there was less of an opportunity to voice that it didn’t feel super appropriate. Amelia was a future academy teacher, and Ashley was a student. Not wanting to add yet another layer of potentially complicated conversation about what should be simple topics, however, Amelia let her hand remain where it was. She was so distracted by everything Ashley was throwing at her that she didn’t pause for even a second to think that being escorted around like this would make her appear more like a lost little lamb of a new student, rather than a slightly younger girl walking side by side with the office assistant who probably did tours like this all the time with new students. “Well, if you’re not scared of anything,” Ashley said, pausing their walk only a few steps from the administration building with a squeeze of Amelia’s hand. “Then prove it. Go by ‘Millie’ for the rest of the day. You can handle that, right?” “Umm. Well . . .” Amelia trailed off. It wasn’t quite as simple as that. If a college friend had dared her to do something similar, especially if they were out where no one knew her, it would be different. But she was supposed to be an authority figure at Westridge, and her current attire was already screwing with her image. Adding an embarrassing name to the mix would only make things worse. Squeezing her hand again, Ashley just smiled. “Come on, Millie. What’s the harm? Everyone’s going to be calling you Ms. Martin anyway, right?” She had a point there. But, still. “I don’t know, Ashley.” “Just try it. Be brave! Tell me that your name is Millie.” Swallowing hard, and crumbling to peer pressure and a need to prove herself after being treated more like a tween than an adult all morning, Amelia reluctantly gave it a try. “My name is Millie . . .” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (40+ parts) and other stories on my Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=73056590

I have a comedy of errors to relate, which also offers further proof that it's not all belly tickles and the gentle scent of baby powder, over on the 24/7 side... Gotta pound this out quickly as I have work to do... The scene: I'm puttering around the bedroom wearing a moderately wet Tranquility ATN, a white plastic diaper with the tab-on-tab fastening system found on BetterDry and Comfidry and some other European-made diapers. I'm in the ATN because I was doing work outside and had put on bug spray (bad mosquito season this year) and planned to take a shower and didn't need to burn up a 10 hour diaper on a 4 hour project. My wife comes home from a baking class with my younger daughter, and she brings the dog up to our bedroom. I'm crisscrossing the room around putting laundry away. At some point, she drags the dog crate (he sleeps in a crate because he's still a pup and prone to chewing inappropriate things if he's unsupervised) over in front of the closet door to create space for her to open her drawers, and she starts putting laundry away as well. I need to get into the closet, so I pull the crate back a bit and wedge myself between it and the door frame, to put something away. I caught the lower back of my diaper against the crate as I squeezed between it and the door frame, but didn't give it much thought. Then, as I'm standing in the closet, I feel a sprinkle of damp fluff tumble down the back of my legs. Crap. I've torn my diaper open. I feel around back there and find about a 2-inch gash. Every time I move, more fluff comes tumbling out. I'm in a closet that contains no diapers (except the ones in the diaper can), and no lower-half garments except dress pants, and I'm not pulling on dress pants in order to stroll over to the bathroom. Luckily, I had deposited a new diaper on the countertop in the bathroom, for after my shower. I'm frozen in place for a moment, and then I decide to slip out of the closet and get to the washroom as quickly as I can; I'm worried that my beloved is going to be vexed, and/or disgusted, if I'm dropping wet diaper fluff and swollen polymer beads along behind me, plus, the dog is in the room - would he try to eat it? Probably. But it's a bit like trying to clean up blood while still bleeding heavily - if I don't deal with the source first, I'm going to make a bigger mess. I should probably have taken the diaper off and sprinted back naked below the waist, but I was still hoping to keep the whole episode off of my wife's radar at that point, and strolling out of the closet naked would have raised eyebrows. I sidestepped from the closet to the bathroom door, aware that some fluff grazed my legs as I went, and quickly slipped into the bathroom, closing the door. Chunks of diaper fluff are falling everywhere. I jump into the shower stall and take the diaper off to examine it... yup, quite the gash has been opened up on the lower rear. There's diaper fluff all over the bathroom floor. I ball up the diaper and fire it into the trash can, then take a spray bottle of Lysol and do my best to clean the bathroom floor up, which is no easy thing - the beads have minds of their own and don't want to come up with the paper towel. You almost need a broom or a vacuum, neither of which I had. Then, I consider my position... do I want to put my clean new diaper on before taking a shower? No. I figured that the mess in the closet was contained, and that whatever bits of fluff had fallen between the closet and the bathroom might not get noticed - the dog had been on the bed, playing with a toy. This was a mistake. I took a quick shower and stepped back out onto the bathroom floor, not realizing that SAP beads and Lysol apparently form a film with the friction coefficient of Teflon. As soon as I stepped out of the shower stall, I went down with a crash, landing between the toilet and the glass wall of the shower stall, which was a split-second decision, as I didn't want to go crashing THROUGH the plate glass - that would have been an even more hilarious story. Cue me, covered in blood, trying to get into a Lil' Monster (the diaper on the counter) for the ambulance ride. I survived the fall unscathed except for a sore hand that I jammed into the baseboard, and a couple of bruises. But meanwhile, the whole household has heard the crash, and they're all yelling "DAD, are you OKAY?!?" at the same time. I don't want them crashing through the door to the spectacle of me naked on the floor like an albino manatee, so I yell that I'm fine. I get up, rinse off again (see the part where I fell next to the toilet), dry off, and put my diaper on. Meanwhile, I'm hearing some commotion outside the bathroom door, which I assume is related to them hearing my impact with the terrain. I open the door to my wife yelling that the dog is eating something on the floor, and she thinks it's insulation. Sigh. The gig is up. "It's not insulation - it's diaper fluff. I ripped my diaper on the dog crate before my shower, apparently." "Well is it TOXIC!?!!" Sigh. "No, it's not toxic. It's the same stuff they put in baby diapers." "How do you know it's not toxic?" "Because babies and toddlers around the world carry it around with them 24 hours a day. Believe me, it has been eaten before. Dogs have eaten diapers before - our own dog ate part of a diaper years ago, remember? It's not toxic." "Well keep your fluff in your diapers, please." Gladly. I grabbed the Lysol and the paper towels, she grabbed the dog, and I crawled along the floor between the bathroom and the closet, spraying and wiping up diaper fluff, while the dog barked furiously, me vaguely wishing that I had something else on, besides a big printed diaper.

Damn, it's such a good idea though! I wish I thought of this myself.

It's really a very individual thing that needs to be negotiated between adults. Things one person's partner may feel are fine may be too far for another. Consider what you want and then share them with your partner. It isn't so much what a vanilla partner can do for an ABDL person but more what you want and what your partner is open to doing.

I really agree with this too :). I struggled so much with constant bathroom breaks disrupting my social life and my school time, have to leave class all the time for bathroom, and just accepting it full time has been much easier. Honestly the logistics of being diapered 24/7 suck but not as much as the stress of not wearing

A magnificent morning in a warm, wet and messy-squishy Magnifico diaper together with a hot cup of coffee.

OK I mite not be on for a bit if my wittle space get much deeper. Relly had a hard time readin a post. It scrambled on me ..makein it not readable .😬 Shete Tammy Trucker and Holly Fudge bars this is 🤔🤔🤔🤔 conflicting 🤔nooe 🤔 sorrie jus forgot what I waz sayin😅

I could see him trying to think and it really was very cute. I need to add something to this. I walked outside and grabbed a cheer bow from my car. I went it put it in his hair. It was pink with sparkles on it.I also went and gave him a Barbie doll. ”well you look so cute with your bow and look I got you a new Barbie. James loves his Barbie’s. He is always asking for a new one.”

I didn't answer your survey because none of the answers fit me. Diapers are clothes, but even back when I had big boy and girl undies I didn't really care what they looked like because no one was going to see them. I have only one kind of disposable diaper, plus some emergency pullups, because they are the kind I like. As for cloth diapers, I have a wide variety of them, because I make my own.

thumbsucking really does it for me even tho i guess i prefer my paci. i think its just cuz i can suck my thumb ANY TIME, i dont need to have a paci nearby to gently remind myself im just a little boy. also nursing from a baba. i feel the more i suckle on it, the younger i get lol

Nevermind I call it quits on trying to get out of little space 😂. Literally messed my diaper without knowing while typeing. Changed the diaper. Smoked a cig and the smoke after got in my face and was fanning it away. When to start another pot of coffee but messed up the water filter so fixed it .. Somehow had to pee really bad so lowered the diaper to just piss in the sink.. ended up pissing all over my pants in the process . Thought about the smoke and started gagging got the hry heaves and ended up being so bad wet the diaper anyways .. Turned and saw the knife and didn't even dare to pick it up instead lightly touched the handle to rotate the blade towards the wall grabbed a cup of coffee and walked out of the kitchen😅 Nope definantly not out of little space😂 Oh god just had a sip of the coffee 😭 even that is fucking ruined for me 😭😭😭 It taste like someone poured bleach in a cup 😭 But it is only coffee 😭😨 OMG I don't think my creamer is going to last until food shopping day 😅 I had to pour ¼ of the bottle in the coffee just to not feel like pukeing 😅

Silly us.

You just can't take little girls anywhere... Having had a major accident in the restaurant Livy is in a bad situation. Landon steps up to the plate and takes control but not without a few embarrassing surprises for the messy Little. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on Patreon. For $10 you can see everything early AND 47 full length stories that can only be found on my Patreon page! The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my patrons and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my Patreon ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “I just need…” Olivia was going to say she needed to go to the bathroom but it was already clear the two adults were discussing the problem amongst themselves. “Are you sure?” Dan asked. Olivia looked through her tears at her husband. He was looking towards Landon with something approaching relief. He almost seemed to admire that she was ready to get up and leap into action like this. Olivia just wanted out of this horrible situation, she imagined she could see a green tint to the air around her as the smell spread to nearby tables. “I can sort this out.” Landon said, “Come on, Livy.” Olivia slipped out of her seat. She couldn’t help reaching behind her. The padding on her pull-up was practically plastered to her backside, she wanted to unstick it but the risk of leaking even more put paid to that. This was so disgusting and embarrassing. Olivia was practically marooned until Landon came around and took her hand. Like a baby being led somewhere Olivia started waddling along behind her. Olivia was sobbing but trying to keep her voice down. She kept looking at the people they passed hoping no one could smell what she had done. A few looked perturbed as she went by, she was mortified but there was no evidence they knew the smell was coming from her. It was something they’d probably put together quite quickly if the women lingered too long. The pair of women left the restaurant and went to the car. It was only as Olivia’s hand was let go that she wondered exactly how Landon planned to sort this situation out. She had assumed they would head to the bathroom or maybe Landon was going to drive Dan’s car home but she was heading to the trunk rather than the driver’s door. As the trunk opened Olivia looked around nervously. She could feel her soiled pants no matter what position she tried to stand in. She gently placed a hand on the back of her pull-up and pressed slightly, she could feel everything within shifting slightly. “I brought this just in case.” Landon said. Olivia guiltily snatched her hand away from the seat of her diaper as she looked up. When she saw the bag Landon was holding it took a few seconds for her brain to truly appreciate what she was seeing. Her mouth dropped open. “My… My…” Olivia stuttered. “I found this in your closet.” Landon said cheerily, “I didn’t realise what it was right away. Not until I looked at the other side at least.” Olivia hurried forwards and tried to pull the pink diaper bag away from Landon. She wasn’t strong enough to wrench the bag away completely but she was able to get her to lower it at least. The bag twisted around and Olivia saw the familiar words “Livy’s Diaper Bag” written in sequins and glitter. She was cringing as she obsessively looked around to make sure no one was watching. The diaper bag had been a special Christmas gift from Dan a few years back. It was obviously meant for play and not to be used properly. The only action it had seen was from when they had done role plays about needing changes at home. The pair had once taken it into the backyard for a role play picnic and diaper change but this was the first time the bag had been taken off their property. “This shouldn’t be here!” Olivia whined. “What are you talking about?” Landon asked, “It’s the perfect tool for the job.” Olivia watched as Landon placed the diaper bag on the roof of the car. She pulled it on to the side so the top zip was facing Olivia. She pulled the zipper back and Olivia felt her heart racing even more. Inside the bag was everything needed for a change. A tub of baby wipes, a small container of baby powder, some small plastic bags and, most obvious of all, a couple of big diapers folded up and ready for use. “You can’t…” Olivia looked around and then lowered her voice, “I can’t change here.” “That’s why I’m here to help.” Landon said. She smiled and patted Olivia on the head as if this wasn’t a totally bizarre situation. “But-” Olivia’s heart was beating at a million miles per minute. “It’s OK, Livy.” Landon said softly, “I’ve got you.” Olivia let out a moan of resignation but she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. Her stinky and sticky diaper was getting more uncomfortable by the minute and the only way to get out of it was being gate kept by the woman in front of her. As much as the situation humiliated her Olivia found herself wanting someone else to take control. “You can trust me.” Landon said. She reached around and opened one of the rear passenger doors. Olivia didn’t know if she could trust Landon. This woman had muscled in on her life and was basically living with them now but her smile and calm manner in such a stressful situation made her easy to listen to. At the end of the day Olivia’s only other option was a long waddle home with a full pull-up. She slowly shuffled forwards to the seat and lowered herself down. The mess was compressed between the seat of the pull-up and Olivia’s butt. She winced but continued to lay back. The thought that another woman was about to see her most sensitive area was only just dawning on her. “OK, it’s been a little while since I last did this but it should be easy enough.” Landon said softly, “Just stay there, relax and let me take care of everything.” Olivia’s skirt was hiked up. She couldn’t see her pull-up but as she watched Landon she thought she saw a flicker of disgust or apprehension for just a second. She could only imagine what things must look like down there. There was a tearing noise as Landon reached in and carefully pulled on the sides of the pull-up. The smell was already bad but as the underwear loosened up it got significantly worse. Olivia felt so ashamed of herself. Wetting herself without control was one thing but this was so much worse. “Everything’s fine.” Landon said. Her voice was a little strained, she was trying desperately not to breathe through her nose. Olivia cringed as the front of the pull-up was carefully lowered between her legs. Unable to take the shame of being changed like this she covered her face and looked away. Tears were filling her eyes at the humiliation of everything that was happening. “Aww, don’t cry Livy.” Landon said softly. She reached forward and gave the prostrate girl’s tummy a reassuring little rub, “I’m going to get you all cleaned up.” Olivia didn’t really understand how Landon didn’t realise that the real problem wasn’t that she was uncomfortable. Olivia had always felt inadequate as an adult, Livy had always been right beneath the surface and trying to force their way out, keeping her in check took a lot of Olivia’s energies and now it felt like Livy was exploding out of her. The cold baby wipes brought Olivia back to the situation she was in. She jumped as Landon pressed them to her diaper area and started the laborious task of cleaning her up. It felt like it took ages and Olivia spent every moment worrying that someone was going to come over and see what was happening, even Dan coming out and seeing this would’ve been too humiliating to bear. Yet despite all these negative emotions there was still a small part of Olivia that felt OK about everything that was happening. No matter how much humiliation and shame she felt this was still her fetish, she still innately liked being cared for. That part of her was drowning underneath the embarrassment though. “You really had to use the potty didn’t you?” Landon said as she wiped away the last of the poop, “Why didn’t you tell one of us?” Referring to the toilet as a potty and asking why Olivia didn’t tell one of the “adults” she need to go… It was clear Landon didn’t view Olivia as an equal though how could the woman currently having her diaper changed complain about that? “It was occupied.” Olivia muttered quietly. “You couldn’t wait?” Landon asked. “No…” Olivia replied. It was as if Landon was making this as embarrassing as possible on purpose. “Lift up.” Landon said as she tapped Olivia on the hip. Olivia lifted her butt without hesitation. She was forcefully reminded of any time Dan changed her, he did the exact same thing. The used pull-up was pulled out from underneath Olivia and she watched as Landon folded it up and put it in a plastic bag. With wide-eyed embarrassment Olivia then saw Landon put the bag on the roof of the car. Right where it could be seen if anyone came by! Landon seemed to have no concept of privacy. She stood back as she picked up the large white rectangle of a fresh diaper. It crinkled loudly as Landon opened it up. It covered her whole upper body and Olivia was left praying no one was looking over. She was sure the white plastic must be reflecting what little light was available. “Wow, these are huge when you open them up!” Landon laughed. “Please just hurry up…” Olivia begged. She could barely peek at what was happening through the gaps in her fingers. The diaper was slipped underneath Olivia’s ass and when she was finally able to lower herself down she felt the familiar comforting padding. She took a deep breath as she realised this was nearly over, she would never be able to look at Landon again. “Ooh, almost forgot the powder.” Landon said as she stood up and pulled the powder out of the diaper bag. Olivia’s legs twitched impatiently as she waited for Landon to finish this change. The powder was sprinkled over her crotch until the baby smell almost cancelled out the stink of the dirty pull-up. Finally, and not a moment too soon, the front of the diaper was pulled up between Olivia’s legs. When Olivia felt the tapes pressed on to the front of the padding she finally felt able to relax. As soon as Landon stepped back Olivia sat up and brushed her skirt down to hide her diaper. She stood up and was intent on going back to the restaurant when Landon reached out and grabbed her arm. “Hold on…” Landon said as she looked down at Olivia’s rear, “Yeah, we’re going to have to change that.” “W-What?” Olivia asked. Olivia looked down behind her and yelped in embarrassed shock when she saw that there was stray poop on both the back of her skirt and shirt. It wasn’t a lot but it must’ve got there somewhere during the cleaning process. All of a sudden Olivia felt very dirty. She couldn’t go back into the restaurant like this! “What are we going to do?” Olivia asked desperately. She looked up at Landon with desperation in her eyes. She was like a toddler looking to her Mommy for help. “I’ve got some stuff in the trunk.” Landon replied, “I was helping a friend take some clothes to a charity shop but they are still in the car.” “Really?” Olivia sighed with relief. “Yeah, just hold on a second and I’ll have a look.” Landon said with a smile. Olivia leaned her side against the car feeling herself cringing in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe the way the night had turned out. She was now in a thick diaper which she could hear crinkling in the darkness, she had to admit though that Landon was surprisingly good at diapering an adult. In her experience it took multiple changes to get good at it. “Here we go.” Landon said. Olivia turned to watch as Landon closed the trunk and walked around the car. When Olivia saw what she was holding she felt her eyes almost bugging out of her head. Just when she thought she couldn’t be more embarrassed by what was happening she saw Landon holding a pastel pink t-shirt with pictures of Disney princesses plastered across it and a white pleated skirt that seemed significantly shorter than the one she was wearing. “I can’t!” Olivia immediately exclaimed. “It’s all I’ve got.” Landon replied with a shrug. --- If you enjoyed this part you can check out what happens next RIGHT NOW at: https://www.patreon.com/posts/livys-new-family-87470535

Dredging this back up ... cuz even the vendors are inferring I don't have enough! This in the latest sale email from Bambino:

Rukia whined being carried "so what are we doing today?" she asked rubbing her eyes not knowing whats happening

Thanks for the comments! All very important questions! 🙂 In the regular dorms there's an RA for about every 48 students. Depends on the setup of the dorms, for some of the dorms there ends up being two per floor because they're larger than that. There's one RD who is in overall charge of the building for each as well. For Littles the Nest Mother is essentially taking care of RA duties as well for their nests. (Since they need more 'hands on care' there's a smaller ratio.) Thanks for the comments, we'll see what happens! 🙂

This is really a great story, I appreciate your character development. That Ava is really a dirty/nasty girl, or as I like to say my dream girl! I started reading this today and I had an epiphany about Lyndie and Anderson. My thought was that Anderson was Lyndie’s former boyfriend that had not moved out of her apartment and had gradually put the pieces together about what was going on at the company. I thought I had cracked the secret like in The Sixth Sense, alas it was something different. It turns out that like usual that I never get these things correct.

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So... next question.... where did you get it from?

Good morning!

Hiii! Welcome! 🧜‍♂️

Thank you, I’ve had a weird week, lots of coincidences, I’m calling it fate, it’s led me to feel, a lot more comfortable about this side of me.

Hi Soph. Welcome to DD.

Hi Soph, and welcome to DD. Nice to meet you, glad to have you join us. I think, you’ll find this to be a comfortable place. Lots of good likeminded people here. Come on in, and make yourself at home. Love you outfit! Can only wonder, if there’s a diaper under that dress 🤭 I’m willing to take a guess, you’re a musician? I always say, relax, have fun, and enjoy! Oh, if any questions, just ask.

I think Terry got short changed on the last button because Cindy doesn’t seem to be a loving mommy lol

Part 11 Driven Tina figured to dig around the nursery a bit , as Mikey slept and his pants dried. She found a box of tall kitchen bags and put one in an empty trash can, then cleaned up the used pull-up and wipes. She continued to set-up the nursery, pulled a small bin of crayons, markers and colored pencils from a drawer, setting them on the large table, along with construction paper and coloring books. Next she picked up the miscellaneous toys from the day before, putting them back in the still open toy box and continued to rummage through the space, finding a box of chalk and an eraser for the chalkboard putting them on the small shelf underneath the blackboard , then finally finding a baby monitor. Tina checked its function by plugging in the receiver and clicking the speaker knob to full volume, hearing the speaker crackle a bit before plugging it into a charger. Thinking “that’ll be useful” again. Tina slowly circled the nursery thinking about how nice it could be, maybe with some declarations, and pictures. Imagining Mikey’s art projects attached to the walls. Soon she thought what would be really nice is a couch or loveseat, realizing she might be hanging out here a bit. She picked up the baby monitor receiver, clipping it to her belt and headed back to the warehouse thinking this is a furniture supply there has to be something that would work. Tina strolled through the warehouse looking up at all the shelves finally seeing a covered loveseat that would fit perfectly. She hopped on the fork lift carefully lifting it from the large shelf, lowering it to the floor, uncovering it saying “Yep that’s perfect!!” Then driving it as close to the nursery as the fork truck would allow. As she parked the fork lift she heard the dryer buzz through the baby monitor. “Well it looks like a good time to go home” Tina said to herself as she made her way back to the nursery. Mikey was still sleeping occasionally sucking air through the sippy cup, she pulled his jeans from the dryer holding them to her nose saying “at least there dry” And tossed the jeans towards Mikey asleep on the floor. She picked up the used towel and his soggy socks with two fingers holding them out in front of her and considered throwing them away, but then decided to put them in the washer “I have a feeling we’ll have more dirty laundry” saying as she looked back at the boy still asleep. Tina sat on the floor near Mikey and tussled his hair. “Ok cutie time to get up I’m sure your mommy will be looking for you soon” as she worked the empty sippy cup away from his hands and mouth. “Oh um Tina” as Mikey looked up at her, feeling a little embarrassed. “Nap time is over buddy you should get going” Feeling his naked legs as he pulled away the blanket, then fully remembered how he got here, blush ran up his face. “But my pants” with a worried expression “No worries I dried them there still a little smelly but better than nothing” “Oh thanks” feeling a bit relieved, Tina helped Mikey to his feet and held his pants in front of him while he held her shoulder and stepped carefully in on foot at a time. She worked his jeans up his legs pausing to check his pull-up before buttoning them shut and pulling up his fly. “Good job buddy still dry” A bit of pride pushed a small smile on his face. “Your shoes are a bit damp and socks need washing but I think you’ll make it home” as she set the shoes in front of him. He continued to hold on, pushing one bare foot in after the other. She loosely tied them and stood up. Mikey hugged her upper waist and rested his head against her bosom. “Thanks Tina I’ll see you marrow?” He asked as he wasn’t so sure. Tina rubbed his head and held his back against her for a second before replying “ of course silly, tomorrow…. get your back pack and lunch before you go.. and make sure to stop at the bathroom and wash your yucky hands with soap” Mikey replying “bye Tina cya marrow” as he shook his head and picked up his still open backpack. Seeing his irresistible binky in the bottom he shyly grabbed it and pushed it his mouth, picking up the lunchbox on the way towards the door. Tina sat back on the floor and leaned against the toy box and said “he’s driving home… I don’t trust he is going to wash his hands… but he’s driving home…ya… that sounds right” and then thought we have to have a conversation. Mikey didn’t even look at the urinal as he quickly ran his fingers under faucet before scurrying towards his car. Soon he was driving towards home. Sue had a busy couple hours. She was sitting cell phone in hand, in her new minivan in a nearby parking lot. Sue liked the look of her old SUV but was pretty happy with the new minivan, it was more comfortable, easier to drive, little better on gas and most importantly she was easily able to get someone to make the desired modifications quickly. Sue was able to siphon most of the gas out of Mikey’s car, and was becoming worried as usually he would have left by now. She felt bad about this deception, but her plan needed an excuse for removing his car from the equation. Sue questioned herself under her breath “I should have just told him no more driving… why couldn’t that piece of shit just die” His car wasn’t anywhere near nice and it was barely maintained but it refused to quit. Soon she watched as he drove by, feeling some relief. Saying “ok now just run out of gas” now hoping she removed enough gas. Few minutes later her phone rang... Mikey driving slowly along as he tried to kept his wits together nursing on his pacifier. Started to hear his car sputter and began to slow. He pushed the gas harder and it sputtered a few more times lurching as it slowly rolled to a stop. Panic ran through his body like fire as he barely rolled off to the side of the road. Mikey couldn’t think, the words Tina told him a couple hours ago ran through his head “having a tough day, buddy” All he could do is continue to hold the gas pedal to the floor and shake the steering wheel. Soon tears rolled down his face as he sucked against his pacifier as hard as possible, breathing quickly through his nose. Finally he remembered how to start a car and as one hand continued to shake the steering wheel he repeatedly turned the key. Without the car in park, the engine didn’t even try to start, just an endless “bing” noise repeated. It could have been seconds or hours later Mikey wasn’t sure he finally gave up and bawled uncontrollably, he didn’t even realize his bladder had released and his pacifier fell to the floor, as he cried. Finally he said out loud “I need my Mommy” which sparked a thought to call her. “Mommy, momma, mommy” as he cried into his phone “Whats wrong? are you ok? what’s wrong? where are you?” As Sue started to panic herself. Thinking she might have made a huge mistake. “Mommy, momma… car broken mommy.. tough day” still bawling “Oh sweetie where are you?” Sue feeling a very little relief. “On my way home mommy… bad car broken” as he blamed the car in his mind. “Oh poor baby, poor baby I am coming” Sue quickly started driving towards the his direction still on the phone. “Are you hurt baby?… mommy’s on the way” she could hear him sobbing through the phone Soon she pulled up behind the civic. Seeing his head through the rear window. “Mommy’s here baby everything is ok, stay there I’ll come and get you” Her heart finally started back up from the lowest pit in her stomach. She opened the passenger door as the car was barely off the white line as traffic rushed by. Holding her arms out leaning in as far as she could said “come to momma… come on baby… everything is okay” as he slowly turned sobbing with hiccups, and snorts, “momma, mommy car broke… tough day ” Sounding quite defeated. “everything ok..don’t worry baby… it’s not your fault” Finally Mikey struggled over to her arms as she grasped him pulling him out as he tried to get his legs underneath him, soon he was leaning against the car while she held him tight against her shoulder. “Everything’s ok baby… mommy’s here” Mikey’s crying slowed and he sniffled as he softly spoke “mommy… had a tough day… I tried but had a tough day” as he repeated what Tina told him. “Oh baby it’s going to be okay” she finally released him to lean against his old car. Sue reached back in and shut off the car leaving the keys on the seat then put his lunchbox and cellphone in the backpack, shutting the door as she slung the back pack over her shoulder, putting out her hand to lead him away. Mikey noticed the red minivan and with a hard sniffle, cleared his voice wiped his face on his sleeve asked “who’s car mommy” She replied as she pushed the button to automatically open the passenger sliding door “oh it’s mommy’s new car… you like it?” Mikey replied shaking his head yes watching the car open like a space ship “uh yeah it’s uh cool” Sue slid here hand down Mikey’s back and finally noticed the two wet 1/2 moon shaped spots on each side of his bum. Turning him around she said “oh hunny it looks like you’re pants are wet” He replied “oh not again” and lowered his head “Again? What happened baby?” Mikey thought back to his day as Sue continued to guide him to the tailgate once again pushing the automatic button for it to creak open. “Mommy I had a tough day… got a um a boo-boo on my thumb…. And um my pant got a little wet…. But Tracy was mean...” At the back of the van she pushed another button on the inside and the 3rd row seats folded flat. Pating the floor saying “hop up baby” then continued to ask him about his day. “So what happened?.. layback baby” Mikey lay flat on his back while his legs dangled from the back of the van. Not really wanting to explain again “Uh well I got a boo-boo from um my pocket? then Tina made things better with a band-aid (holding the band-aid on his thumb in the air) then (as he pushed his other thumb in his mouth) uh um my pants got um… well wet… then Tracy laughed” as his face grew red. Sue tried to put Mikey’s story together while she carefully opened the large plastic rectangle shaped package, from the back of the van and gently squeezed and pulled a large colorful plastic rectangle out and unfolded it, and automatically held it to her nose for a second absorbing the smell. As she made a satisfying sigh. Set it aside and started to remove Mikey’s pants. Finally saying “hmm.. so Tracy laughed at you” Mikey just shook his head “ok well mommy we’ll take care of it … where’s your binky?” as she noticed his thumb in his mouth, while she ripped the sides of the pull-up worked it out from underneath him, rolled it and set it aside. Mikey shrugged at her question and continued to suck his thumb. “Ok sweetie I’ll find it,… lift your bum bum up” as she flattened the diaper. Mikey couldn’t get his bum off the floor very far because his feet had nothing to push from. So Sue pushed his jeans which were still around his ankles over his head with one hand, leaving him in a very compromising position. Holding his legs back, she lay the diaper out and guided his feet back to rest against her stomach pushing his knees apart. Mikey realized that this was not a normal routine and tried to look up as she pulled a container out of the large purse next to him, and a quick turn of the top then puffed a squeeze of powder over his groin. She wiped her hand over his smooth skin and smiled with a satisfying sigh. The pleasant odor filled the car and she released the first tab and started stretching it, as she folded the front of the diaper over his penis. “Mommy I don’t want a diaper, I’m not a baby” “ I know sweetie but we have to keep your pants dry… it will be fine I promise pumpkin” this only satisfied him slightly, but not having any fight left in him he just kept a grumpy face. Soon she had all 4 tabs firmly in place adjusting the fit and checking the leg gathers. The diaper fit wonderfully, the stretchy waste band hugged right under his belly button it was soft and colorful, and thick enough to hold his legs apart a bit. Next she removed his shoes without untying them and when she noticed he wasn’t wearing socks, she tied all the pieces together and thought, I’ll get the rest of the story from Tina tomorrow. As she pulled his legs out of his smelling jeans. Sue then said ”ok baby crawl over and get in the seat pointing to the rear passenger side. Mikey clumsily flipped over and pushed himself up into a crawling position, Sue almost died from cuteness as she watched, his puffy bum in the air with monkeys holding balloons dancing across it. The smooth plastic crinkled, only other thing he was wearing was a t-shirt which had ridden up above his belly. “Mommy they’re too thick” “oh baby there so cute though it’s going to be ok” Mikey was not amused by her answer as he blushed and wined, as he tried to get his legs over the seat. Soon the smooth plastic covering his behind slid down the leather as he sank deeply in his 2nd row seat. Mikey tried to bend his legs but the seat was so deep the inside of his knees didn’t reach the edge. He tried to pull his bum up arching his back, but Sue appeared in the open sliding door pulled the 5 point harness over his shoulders buckling it together in the center of his chest then reached between his legs and pulled the buckle over his diaper attaching everything together with a solid “click” “Mommy I can’t move” he whined as he found himself looking up towards the ceiling as the seat held him firmly in a leaned back position” “Oh sweetie Mommy wants her baby safe and secure” as she kissed his nose. His red face scrunched together and said “I’m not a baby” in a defeated tone. Sue ignored his whining and pulled a large screen down from the ceiling and placed large head phones over his ears. “Mommy got a movie for you” while tinkling his face a bit. Mikey sniffled and began sucking on his bottom lip. “Oh almost forgot your pacifier I’ll be right back” Mikey tried moving around and couldn’t then with a concerned looking face thought well at least it’s comfy, as he laid his head back and wiggled his feet which dangled in front of him. He leaned his head forward and felt his new diaper it was soft, smooth, plastic and made a crinkly nose as he squeezed it. He rubbed his hand hard against his penis under the buckle and could barely feel it. “Wow that’s thick” he said quietly to himself. Sue soon reappeared beside him with his binky being held at mouth level, he leaned his head forward again wrapping his mouth around the bulb. As she gave his hair a quick shuffle and a bop on his nose, saying “mommy’s so happy you’re ok.” Causing him to smile a bit. Sue hopped in the driver seat started the car and his last recording.

Part 9 Sue’s Monday (back to work) After patting her baby’s bum off to work, Sue looked at the clock and said to herself “I better get my but moving” she hoped in and out of the shower pulled out a typical business suit and started dressing. She didn’t get far realizing this is never going to fit. So she grabbed one of her new dresses and slipped it over her head. She was delightfully surprised at how well it fit and comfortable too. She laced in the belt then tied it into a cute bow above her bum. Pulled her hair into a small bun behind her head then garnished her lips with a flashy red color lipstick, a color she usually didn’t wear but felt it worked well with her dress. Stood back and looked herself over once in the mirror and said “well if you don’t look like a regular Mary Poppins …maybe I should get bangs…I think they are coming back in style.” She hurried down stairs and finished getting her work stuff ready, then sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. Feeling nervous and thinking Jason would be showing up any minute soon Sue began pacing and peering out the window in anticipation, she didn’t want to be late for work again today. Finally Jason pulled his pickup along the curb. Jason strut to the front door as Sue opened the door saying quickly “Hi Jason, I am running late I’ll give you the quick overview and from there do the best you can, You can always call with any questions. Jason not one to change his pace much, looked over Sue and replied “Mornin Sue…uh aren’t you lookin um….Fit today?” Without even walking in the house yet. Sue finally led Jason downstairs. She had stayed up a little late last night boxing up the rest of the toys and stacked them up in a far corner. Sue gave him the quick rundown of the her remodeling plan for the basement. As they stood back looking at the project Jason held up some kind of vape pen as if to ask if it was ok. Sue rolled her eyes and nodded as he took a long drag. Jason finally said “I am not sure if I even want to know what this is for…But it’s all possible I’ll start demo today and we will see how the week goes.” As he exhaled a large puff of imitation smoke . Sue was quick to reply “thanks gotta go” Sue hurried into work and called her Mikey on her way. “Hi sweetie”…. “Did you get to work on time?”… “Did you meet the new employee?”… “Ok baby, tell Tracy I said hi”… “Mommy loves you” Sue had hoped to get more accomplished over the weekend and was hoping to get to work early this morning but showed up 5 minutes late, and then rushed to finish 1 of the projects which was due today. After turning in the first project Sue began working on the second, her focus waiver as all the personal and professional balls bounced in her head. At about 11 am Sue got a knock at the door replying “Yes,” her boss walked thru the door with the proposal she had turned in a few hours earlier. He flatly said “good morning, Sue” Usually he was a little more chipper with her. Sue hesitated at the stern entrance, and it kinda caught her off guard, but eventually replied “good morning sir how can I help you” His name was Rick but she felt better calling him Sir. When he finally laid eyes on her attire, as she rolled her chair away from the desk in front of her. Completely exposing her colorful long dress which held her bossism firmly out in front. He was the one who was now caught off guard and hesitated. He seemed to change his whole demeanor as he addressed her, “Oh ya good morning… ah you look nice today… Um about this proposal, well I don’t want to come off harsh but um it’s just not very good” She was once again caught off guard by the compliment, that may have been the very first time he said anything like that. But definitely disappointed upon hearing his critique. “Oh I am sorry, I guess I have been distracted and I wanted to work on it over the weekend but it just… well I just didn’t have the time.” “I will rework it today and when I get home” Finally Rick responded, as he looked up, and around her, not wanting to be distracted again by her very feminine appearance. Sue noticed his discomfort, she never really thought of him as attractive but he was a tall thin distinguished looking man, always well dressed, and usually very professional. But as she continued to watch him try to work around her very simple, feminine attire, she couldn’t help but notice the very large bulge in the front of his trousers. Being sexually deprived lately it was welcome attention, and her mind couldn’t help but wonder off a bit. Finally she started to pay attention to what he was saying. “She will be taking over some of your work load until we get back on track” Sue missed the first part but got the idea. “So let me get this straight I have worked long hours for 10 years and out preformed everyone in this office and I have a little ruff patch for a couple weeks and you are reassigning my clients?” Rick still unable to look directly at her stammering a bit. “Well don’t think of it like that it’s just for a bit”…”everything will be fine it’s just temporary”…”it’s just… well what time do you plan heading home today?” Sue hesitated again at the very easy question and finally quietly answered “um 2 ish and I have a couple things I need to do tomorrow…but after that I should be here like all day Wednesday…And I think all week.” Rick put his arms in the air and headed towards the door saying “Rachel will be taking over your accounts as necessary until you can get back on track” Sue realized he was right. She needed to get this together and quickly. After a quick meeting with her team and passing over her work load to a very smitten Rachel. She decided to just head home for the rest of the day. Sue was a frustrated with the turn of events at work, but decided she should make the best of her time. Sue stopped at the local grocery store and department store, grabbing a few more dresses and the necessary supplies she recently had discovered needing. Finally home Sue went downstairs to check on Jason. “Home early?” As he exhaled a puff of vapor. “Ya today didn’t go exactly as planned…. But I have plenty to do so I figured better make the most of it” “Well whacha think?” “The room looks so much bigger now that all the crap is out… you can throw this couch away too” “That’s a good thing cause I think it smells like piss” “Oh well um” “Ya I don’t even wanta know”…”the um railing? Should work fine around here and I’ll bring it back to that wall over there, and we can talk about where the gate goes later” “Oh that’s wonderful it should be perfect” “I still have to work out how to reinforce the ceiling over there but I’ll think of something” “Oh thanks so much I just can’t wait till it’s done”… “I’ll be up in my bedroom if you need anything thanks again” Jason waved her off as she climbed the stairs. Sue flopped down on the bed and soon found her phone “Hello this is Sue how’s the minivan going?” …. “Oh that’s perfect I I’ll be by tomorrow afternoon then”… “Thank you see you tomorrow” Then she did a little shopping online. After satisfied with a couple new purchases she laid back and started thinking about Rick’s impressive package. Sue was never especially horny, but Mike wasn’t especially satisfying. At one point she decided to pick her self up a mechanical replacement. So Sue figured it’s bin a bit since her last release, and she had a little time. She hopped up and retrieved her imitation cock locking the bedroom door on her way. She lay back in bed pulling her dress up around her hips and slid her panties down to her ankles. Spreading her legs as far as comfortable with her panties holding her ankles together. Sue tried fantasizing with no particular person in mind about being penetrated as she slid the dildo against her kitty. Finally working it deep inside her. Unfortunately she just couldn’t find the right spot or the right fantasy to achieve climax. And after 10 minutes trying it was just becoming painful. Soon she just gave up saying quietly to herself “I guess she just isn’t ready yet” She thought about retrieving her new breast pump to relieve her painfully full breasts but figured a nap would be nice too and soon dozed off listening to her favorite recording. Sue was awakened by the shouts of “Mommy… Mommy “ as Mikey bounced through the front door. He didn’t notice the pick-up truck parked along the curb outside and was excited to see mommy was home. Sue regained her senses and quickly grabbed her personal member and Mikey’s pacifier on the nightstand. She hid the magic wand in her drawer and headed downstairs to see her precious little boy. Sue also had forgotten about Jason in the basement. Jason overheard the commotion upstairs, and curiosity got the best of him, and slowly snuck up to the top of the steps to listen by the door. Mikey was very excited to see his mommy. “mommy mommy she was so nice and really BIG” as Sue came down the steps. Mikey rushed towards her, arms out for a hug. “oh, that’s so great, mommy’s sooo happy you had a good day” as she held the pacifier at Mikey‘s mouth level before he fell into her for a warm hug. “she is super helpful and smart and REALLY BIG ” Mikey said through his binky. “ well, that’s really something I can’t wait to meet her… you sure had a long day. Are you ready for some booby and a little nap?” As she worked her hand around his padded bum soon breaking his embrace unbuttoned his jeans, and slid her hand down giving the front of his pull-up a squeeze. “looks like someone is a little wet” Mikey hung his head a little in shame stuttering for an excuse. “don’t worry sweetie, you did such a good job today, mommy will have you cleaned up and no time” Sue turned to see Jason barely visible behind the mostly closed basement door. Sue put her hand to her forehead while shaking her head no in disbelief how could she be so forgetful, as she quickly escorted Mikey up towards the bedroom. Mikey didn’t notice Jason, and regaining some enthusiasm saying “mommy I didn’t suck my thumb all day, not even once, I was a big boy.” As he was hurried upstairs. “you did such a good job sweetie. Mommy is so proud of you.” Finally, after a quick change on his new mat and much needed relief of her overfilled Breasts Mikey nodded off to sleep. Jason decided he could use a little break and poured himself a cup of old, cold, black coffee from morning and sat on the living room couch. Soon enough, Sue came downstairs, still unprepared as to what she was going to say. Jason started first and as she opened her mouth, he held his hand up and shook his head. “ well, at least the basement is starting to make a lot more sense” “ well, it’s mab stress” Jason interrupted “ Yeah I’m not sure what you did to him or what ever.” …” and honestly I still don’t wanna know.” Sue tried to speak, but nothing came to mind. “Listen, he looks happy and I’m sure you make a great… ah… ”mommy” (holding his hands up while curling his fingers over)….”and I always figured him for a mamma’s boy” Sue just closed her mouth and let him continue “And Shit half my friends end up waking up in a puddle of their own piss after tying one on a little too tight, more often than they’d admit…and I don’t think a one of them are really happy… so each their own as they say” Sue relaxed somewhat as she listened thinking “well it’s not like he wasn’t going to find out” Jason continued “And hey a diaper is probably pretty convenient at times” Sue chuckled a bit responding “well I could talk to Tracy and you could try one out” Jason put a hard loud singular laugh out “HA ya I don’t think Tracy’s little short school girl dress, while her Daddy spanks her bare ass, (as he points his thumb toward his chest) cause she has been such a bad, little girl, is going to work with Daddy in a diaper…. But like I said to each their own” Sue mouth opened but no words came out. “All righty Suzie I think I’m calling it a day, there’s a lonely beer outder calling my name, I’ll see you tmarrow” He slowly got up leaving the remains of his shit coffee behind and headed towards the door. Sue just stood there finally saying “ya tomorrow” as the door shut. She finally got her wits together and quietly said to herself “I guess I should get dinner ready” Dinner consisted of baked chicken nuggets, mac and cheese with buttery cooked short cut carrots. After platting the dinner (his on a plastic plate) she went to wake Mikey, as expected his pull-up was fairly wet but she figured it would hold up for a bit. And with “Waky waky pumpkin, mommy made dinner, time to get up and eat” Mikey happily started down the stairs working on his pacifier with doggie dragging behind. Mikey didn’t even notice his wet pull-up until he sat on the hard wooden chair. “I don’t need a pull-up mommy I’m a big boy” “oh baby I know mommy will take care of it after dinner” Mikey looked at his dinner and mumbled “oh carrots again but I had those for lunch” as Sue waved a bib around his neck tying it in position. Mikey looked down at the colorful large bib and frowned deeper. There were so many things Mikey didn’t like all at once he felt overwhelmed. His bottom lip pushed the binky out towards his lap which was caught by doggie and his face pushed together, as his hands covered his eyes and nose. Letting out a gurgling boo who and then a quiet maaa … maaa Sue decided to go into damage control. She leaned down beside him with a sippy cup in her hand wrapping her arm around his shoulder said “I’m sorry sweetheart it’s ok mommy just didn’t want you to get yuckies all over your clean shirt, squeezing him a little into her breast she continued “I know you’re a big boy and mommy’s soo proud of you today you did such a good job and you are super brave”..a couple more snorts instead of boo who’s came from his still hidden nose “mommy just wants you to be super healthy and happy so let’s be a big boy a little longer and have such a good dinner” He loosen his hands from his face and she shook his sippy cup out in front of him. “Oh there he is my brave Mikey … have a drink and we will feel way better” Slowly he removed his hands from his red swollen eyes and took the cup from her hands pushing the nipple into his mouth sucking hard against it. “Sweetie would you like ketchup or ranch with your yummy chicken nuggets?” The small decision he got to make made him feel better and softly said “ranch” Soon he was using his fingers to eat the nuggets dipping them into the ranch and finding new ways to get it all over his face. Occasionally licking his fingers as ranch rapidly spread to his hands bib and face, Sue just watched and smiled as the remaining chickens were eaten. He took a long suckling from his sippy cup spreading ranch further to the cup and even further yet as he wiped his face across his sleeve. Grabbing his spoon he started on the macaroni. Sue stopped him before he got started saying “no baby we have to eat our veggies first” He pouted a bit and tried to pick a slippery carrot up with his fingers and it fell back across the table before he could get it in his mouth. Sue decided to step in at this point and took a small fork stabbing the carrot holding it up to his mouth. Hesitantly he opened his mouth and accepted the small carrot. Mikey held it in his mouth for as long as possible before she had to say “chew it up sweetheart” Making a frowning face he slowly chewed and chewed refusing to swallow, eventually she went on “ok baby we have to swallow” Finally he swallowed the carrot still with a look of disgust on his face. “Good job baby here comes another one” This time she scooped a couple noodles on the carrot and made a zooming noise as it was directed to his mouth. This did move the process along quicker and eventually all the carrots were gone. She continued to feed him with a spoon the rest of the macaroni. Finally allowing him to suck down the rest of his drink. As he finished his meal he felt pressured in his bladder and thoughtlessly relaxed letting it warm his pull-up to capacity. Sue directed him to stay still as he motioned to get out of his seat, she quickly warmed a wash cloth under the faucet and wiped everything she could then removed the bib. Saying “ok tubby time.” After removing his clothes Sue said “stay right here mommy will be right back” Mikey stood and stared at himself in the mirror again. He looked at his face feeling smooth and rounder, then his shoulders looked narrow and thin, then down to his flat chest, looking at his arms noticing the lack of definition in his muscles, and the veins he vaguely remembered were gone. Looking down at his penis he remembered thinking it was harry and bigger but now it was small and hairless bumping it with his hand it bounced and stuck out back in place. He stood and tried to think back like a dream that was missing pieces. It wasn’t clear what he remembered. Sue came back in and cheerfully directed him towards the tub flopping the boat and rubber ducky in and squirting a large squirt of bubble bath towards the running warm water. Mikey soon ignored the dream like memories, as bubbles kept his attention and filled the tub. The rest of the night went smoothly. And soon enough he was nursing away at a full boobie as he snuggled in for the night listening to his favorite music.

That's how I feel and that's where I am with being diapered and diapered 24/7. Being kept in diapers 24/7/365 means I too have a big stash of diapers that I can reliably wear and confidently get through the whole day. Being incontinent and diapered, I've gotten use to the fact that my bowls will one day go and I am so use to pooping and peeing in them but then again it comes with the territory of being diapered 24/7

I always wear diapers, so when I go to purchase new pants I always make sure to purchase a pair that clearly shows off my diapered behind. Cause every once in a while, I want everyone who sees my backside to not have to guess if I'm wearing a diaper.

Because most of my entire family was there and I saw no reason for them to smell what I had just did in my diaper. Now when I'm at home and someone stops by I may already be in a messy diaper and I don't care if they are offended when in my house.

I have messed my underwear (when I wore them) and diaper if full view of others. Back when in underwear I would just say I should have been wearing my diapers.

I started wearing diapers 24/7/365 over 35 years ago. Back in the day when adult diapers where all about useless. Back than I would wear 2 diapers at one time just not to leak after emptying my bladder. At that time it was my intention to rediaper train myself as I wanted the need to wear diapers. As the years went on adult diapers got better and my diaper training progressed to uncontrollably wettings so I now needed to wear diapers. I have since retrained myself to only wet when wearing diapers, this took longer than I thought it should have, but I can now go without a diaper and not wet or mess my pants, yet when I put on a fresh diaper I'm back to wetting and messing my diaper uncontrollably. This took years to achieve but I am satisfied with the results. Now there is a drawback, when not wearing diapers and I get the feeling of needing to go I must find a restroom asap or I will end up wet or messy or both. So I stay in diapers as much as possible to maintain this need.

You are right. I realized that I enjoy the feeling of keeping the muscles relaxed while wearing anyway. The journey is actually more exciting then the end result. So I'm going to take the long journey instead.

Okay, here's the disclaimer: This is a one-shot. I have no interest in trying to make a full-sized story out of this, I'm not subverting any tropes, this one is really straightforward and cliché. This is not a work of art, this is not a greater message about the nature of man - if you want character growth or deeper meaning, go read one of my other stories. This is tropey garbage, and it's intended to be just that. @Jj7988582 (come on man, that's too many numbers :P) posted this in the Idea Adoption thread and it tickled my fancy, so here we go. Wishes Do Come True Felicity Morgan hated her birthday. She absolutely loathed it. Every year, her mommy made her wear the poofiest, frilliest, most ridiculous dresses. Every year she invited the same six people to celebrate and every year she had to put up with a clown, or a piñata, or mandatory dancing, or a day at the pool. Her life was bad enough under normal circumstances, but her birthday was the worst. She had been turning three years old every year for the past six years. And tomorrow, she would be two years old again. There was no growth, no advancement, no hope that she'd ever be out of the diapers that her mommy kept her in, day in and day out. She was resigned to it, mostly. She was a Little, she had known from a very early age that this was the most statistically likely outcome. She was born with naturally curly blonde hair and big blue eyes and rosy red lips... she had been doomed from birth. She had actually made it farther than she expected before she had been snapped up. All the way to her twenty-third birthday. Poop, I'm twenty-nine years old now. I'll be thirty next year! But she wouldn't. Next year, she would be three... for a whole day. Just like today. She toddled down the hall, the skirts of her dress flouncing overtop the ruffled petticoat. This year she was Bo Peep and all of her "friends" had been dressed as sheep and they hated her for it. "It's not my fault," she said defensively to Janie in the hall. "My mommy picked the theme and called everyone else's Amazons!" "Yeah well," Janie said in her woolen sheep costume that bulged out at the crotch - the other Littles were all given extra thick diapers to compensate for the fact that no one would be able to see their diapers under the sheep costumes. "You still suck, Felicity." Janie bumped into her on purpose as she walked by, knocking Felicity to the ground... unfortunately, her diaper was so thick and so heavy - she hadn't been changed in hours and had already been fed four bottles - that she couldn't manage to stand up again. And so her birthday continued to get worse. "Mommy!" she called helplessly from her spot on the ground, wiggling and kicking her feet but unable to do so much as roll over in the ridiculous pink monstrosity that was her dress. The dancing sheep on the skirt stared up at her, mocking, as she flailed. "Mommy help!" "Did my little baby fall down?" her mommy cooed. Penelope Morgan was the pinnacle of "soccer mom" despite the fact that her own kids were grown and left years ago and she'd never let Felicity even think about joining a sport. She wore yoga pants year round and whatever blouse style was trendy at the time. Right now it was "cold shoulder" and she was wearing a dark blue blouse with tiny flowers all over it... with big round holes where the shoulders should have been. Her sandy blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her sunglasses rested atop her head, despite the fact that she probably wouldn't be going outside at any point during the party. "Help Mommy," Felicity held her hands out for help, but her mommy only crouched nearby to tease her. "Such a little baby," she cooed. "Are we sure you're turning three this year? Maybe you should be turning one. Cora's mommy decided that she was turning one this year and she got put back in crawler diapers. Maybe that's what we should do with you! You'd be so cute crawling around all the time... " "No mommy, please!" she began, feeling flustered and helpless, but she remembered Penelope's weakness. "If you did that... I wouldn't be able to wear dresses!" "Oh pooh," her mommy huffed, scooping her up. "You're right, my sweet little baby. I guess you're turning three after all. I'd hate for all of those lovely skirts and dresses to go to waste." Felicity hated dresses. She hated frills. She hated the color pink. She had hated it all long before she had been "adopted", she had been a strictly t-shirt and blue jeans woman, athletic, outgoing. A tomboy through and through. But Penelope had put a stop to all of that the moment she had claimed poor Felicity. From that moment forward it had been fussy dresses and fussy hairstyles and pink painted fingernails. She had pierced Felicity's ears and promised that the girl would never have to wear yucky old pants ever again. She missed pants. She missed pockets. She missed being able to walk without skirts bouncing and diapers crinkling. She missed being an adult. And she never missed it more than on her birthday. "Okay, birthday girl," her mommy beamed, setting her down in the high chair of honor at the head of the table. Sheep glared at her from all around, Janie and Cora, Eden and Molly, Paige and Logan. All of her "friends" - the Littles she was forced to play with regularly. She disliked most of them - she felt bad for Cora, she hated Paige... the only one she even liked a little was Molly. Molly had been a tomboy too and had been in diaper-and-dress hell for three years. They commiserated. Paige was the worst, she had started out as Peter but her mommy had decided she wanted a girl instead... but Paige liked it. She was a tattletale and a brat, she declared herself the princess of everything and would scream - literally scream - if she didn't get her way. And then everyone else would get in trouble for making "poor little Paige" scream. "Happy birthday Felicity!" Paige giggled. Felicity often dreamed about wishes. She wished on a star ever night... just last night she had wished that Paige would be eaten by a bear. But that didn't seem likely. "I hope you get the frilliest, most wonderfullest dresses for your birthday!" Felicity begged her mommy to stop inviting Paige, but it got ignored. Paige was a "proper little girl" and was seen as a good influence. With six pairs of sheep eyes on her, most of them angry, she sighed and waited for whatever confectionary monstrosity awaited her this year. The cake was a big green meadow with cotton candy sheep jumping over fences and a frilly Bo Peep standing at the center, wearing an obvious diaper. "It's perfect!" Felicity's mommy cheered, and the other mommies and daddies clapped along as they put the candle - the big number three - on the cake for the sixth year in a row. Felicity remembered how she had hope that first year, that they'd let her grow up. Three was too old for diapers, after all. It had been a terrible shock to wake up the next morning to be told that she was back to being two. It wouldn't be a shock this year. It was how Penelope always started the day after her birthday. With a series of reminders that she was a Little, and that she would be two years old, sucking on bottles and pacifiers, eating in a high chair, sleeping in a crib, and helplessly wetting her diapers... forever. "Make a wish, Felicity dear," her mommy grinned as she slid the lit cake nearer the birthday girl. I wish I were the Amazon and you were the Little, she wished with all her might before blowing out the candle. "Hooray!" everyone cheered. "I hope you wished for new dresses," her mommy grinned, holding up a dress with a skirt so short it may as well have been a belt. "This year's fashion is short short skirts! I won't even have to squeeze your diaper to check, isn't that fun?" "Yay!" Felicity cheered, false enthusiasm in her voice. She would be trying on at least three of her new dresses before the end of the party, before her mommy sat in the middle of the living room and breastfed her in front of everyone. Like she did every year. She knew better than to fuss, she knew better than to groan. She would cheer and bounce at every new dress or she would be punished. And birthday punishments were always the worst. Last year she had to sing the awful teapot song until every mommy said it was perfect, but every time someone had a complaint - a foot in the wrong place, not looking happy enough, her diaper not being messy enough. She had been put to bed in tears, sobbing her heart out and wishing the day would just end. Felicity was already wishing the day would just end. But she had many hours yet to suffer through. When she was finally stripped of her ridiculously puffy birthday diaper, when it was sodden and beyond disgusting, it was bedtime. She was given a quick bath - she didn't even remember what it was like to bathe alone - and put in sheep pajamas, of course, with a think nighttime diaper. "Well birthday girl," her mommy said, hugging her close. "It was another great day. I love you so much, my little sweetie. I'm so glad you're never going to grow up. Three is all you'll ever be, and that is so perfect." "I love you mommy," she said with a smile, hating the woman with everything she was. "I love you too, sweet pea," her mommy kissed her on the forehead and laid her down in the crib, her nightly prison, before pulling up the bars until they did their sickening click. Felicity stared out the window after her door was closed, using the bars of the crib to help her pull herself to her feet. She frowned when she realized her diaper was already wet - her toilet training was long since gone. She looked every night for shooting stars, for one to wish on. Usually she wished for freedom, but tonight she hoped for something else. And she almost cried out in joy - watching for little things, for rays of hope, was the only thing that kept her sane. She saw it - a real shooting star. I wish I were the Amazon and Penelope was the Little, she wished with all she was, from the tip of her nose to the tips of her toes. The shooting star streaked across the sky, twinkling, and she laid back down in her bed, pulling the blanket over her and hugging her only true friend in the world, Murphy the Bear - the one she pretended would eat Paige some day. With heavy eyes and a heavy heart, she drifted off to sleep, not looking forward to tomorrow - when her mommy would welcome her back to being two. * * * She had the strangest dreams, Felicity realized as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She sat up with her eyes clenched shut and stretched a big stretch. She felt around for Murphy... and opened her eyes when she could find them. He was gone. So were the crib bars. So was her nursery! She jolted, looking around... the room was familiar, but the angle was all wrong. This was mommy's room! But she was... It took her a long moment of her heart pounding before she realized that she could get out of bed. ON HER OWN! Felicity swung her legs out of bed and stood on her own two feet, towering above everything - the dresser, the bed, she was a giant! She had grown! She streched, slapping the pull-chain of the ceiling fan easily. "This is the best dream ever!" she crowed... but her voice sounded strange. "Hello?" a small voice came from the baby monitor beside the bed. "Hello? Something's gone wrong... " Felicity blinked several times before rushing to mommy's vanity... and seeing Penelope Morgan in the mirror. "Holy mother of monkeys," she breathed, the strongest swear she knew, "my wish came true! My wish came true!" She jumped for joy and it was only then that she realized... "I'm not wearing a diaper!" She patted her bottom, felt the skimpy underwear beneath the nightie. Her breasts felt much heavier than she expected, they weren't just bumps on her chest, they had weight and they swung a bit when she moved. And for some reason, they hurt a little. "Hello?" the small voice called. "I need help, I seem to be in my daughter's nursery... " A wicked grin spread across Penelope's face in the mirror. Felicity startled herself, she had seen that look on mommy's face before... and it took her a moment to realize that was her face now. And that she was the mommy. With delight, she put on a bra - struggling with the clasp, she hadn't worn one in years and her chest had never been that big, and a blouse, and yoga pants and strode to the nursery on her giant legs. The nursery smelled amazing. The scent of baby powder tickled her nose, the scent was familiar but new at the same time. She walked over toward the crib - seeing it from this angle was bizarre. It seemed so small... and the red-faced baby inside seemed equally as small. That's not a baby, she reminded herself. That's Penelope, the woman who has been torturing me for six years. "Good morning, baby Felicity," the Amazon cooed, attempting the same voice that she had heard countless mornings. "Your birthday is over, congratulations! You're two years old again!" "I'm not Felicity," the Little protested. "I'm Penelope! Something's gone wrong, I swear I'm you!" "Oh we're being a silly-butt this morning?" Felicity teased her tormentor, lowering the bars of the crib and lifting her high in the air. Her mommy's Little-eyes bulged and she quivered in fear at the height. Felicity grinned and threw the Little in the air, laughing. "My bouncing baby girl!" "Stop!" her mommy screamed. "Stop, I'm scared!" "Oh there's nothing to be scared of," Felicity cooed, bringing Penelope in for a tight hug. "Mommy would never drop her precious princess." "Please, something's gone wrong - there's been a mistake!" Penelope continued to protest, tears threatening the corners of her eyes. "I'll say something's wrong," Felicity agreed, relishing the ruse. "Someone has a wet diaper! Let's change your bottom and get you out of your pretty PJs and into a cute dress." "I'm not a Little," Penelope protested. "I'm an Amazon! I don't know what's happened... " "My silly baby and her pretend games," Felicity laughed as she carried Penelope over to the changing table and laid her down, buckling the hated strap over her mommy's Little tummy after stripping her of the sheep PJs. "You look like a Little, and you sound like a Little with an overactive imagination. You just had too much sugar yesterday, didn't you?" Felicity hated that excuse. She didn't ever choose to eat the sugar, she ate what she was given and then her feelings were blamed on the sugar - it was infuriating... but so delightful to use it against the same woman who had tormented her. "I need you to listen to me," Penelope was getting flustered, and it was delicious to Felicity. "I went to bed last night as an Amazon." The Little Penelope winced as Felicity tore the tapes from her diaper and balled the wet thing up, pretending that she wasn't listening. She looked at the stacks of diapers, trying to decide which one she wanted to inflict upon the one person she knew deserved it more than anyone else. On the one hand, she thought, I could go with the thinner one and let her experience what a leak feels like... but she won't know the absolute joyof being unable to walk correctly. On the other hand, I could put her in the thick ones, but she won't leak... "And when I woke up this morning," Penelope continued as Felicity took out the thinner diaper and slid it under her Little-mommy, trying not to grin. It was so different for her, looking from this angle. She powered Penelope and taped - knowing that her Little hands wouldn't be able to remove it - the diaper securely. "I was a Little in a crib! I need to see a doctor or something." "Well," Felicity laughed, walking to the closet and selecting one of her brand new ultra-short dresses, one that she had gotten for her birthday just yesterday. "I put a Little down in that crib last night, Felicity dear - and this morning a Little in a wet diaper was waiting for me. So everything seems normal to me." "You're not listening!" Penelope screeched. Felicity felt an unexpected wave of irritation, an urge to punish Penelope that took her by surprise. She reached down and grabbed a Silencer pacifier and popped it in the Little's mouth, inflating it until her cheeks bulged. Penelope clawed at it helplessly, tugging on the shield, pulling on the ring, trying desperately to deflate it... but she didn't have the strength. Felicity knew all too well that the Little body lacked the power to stop any of the torments the Amazons could bring. "I am listening," Felicity smirked. "I'm listening to a fussy Little who has woken up on the wrong side of bed. You're probably just dehydrated, dear. Let's go fix that." Her heart actually felt a little sad as the first tears began to roll down Penelope's cheeks, her cheeks - the Little cheeks she had worn her whole life. But it was only fair - it's exactly what Penelope would have done to her. She unbuckled the strap and pulled the dress on over the Little's head, working her arms through the sleeves, before scooping her up and grabbing Murphy the Bear from the crib. "Here comes Murphy," Felicity held the bear up, bringing it closer. "Oh, he looks hungry," she teased. Penelope often made her toys 'come to life', the turnabout felt right. "He's going to eat you!" Felicity used the stuffed bear, making growling and chomping sounds as she attacked every ticklish spot she knew that Little body had - the neck, the tummy, the ribs. Soon, Penelope was snorting with laughter behind the pacifier... and the sound brought genuine joy to my heart. The laughter coming from her was... musical, magical, even when muffled by the pacifier. It was confusing. Felicity carried the sniffling Penelope to the kitchen, intending to give her the first of what would be many, many bottles that day. She felt she had so much time to make up for. She has my body, Felicity thought, the body that she ruined. She'll have no bladder control, let's see how she likes it. She plopped Penelope in the high chair, the same one Felicity herself had made her birthday wish from the day before, and set about preparing the electrolyte fluid that Penelope used on her any time she was declared to be 'dehydrated'. Everything was so much easier to reach! Cabinets opened easily, nothing required shifting or maneuvering - for the first time in her life, she was living in a world sized for her. Penelope would take this for granted, she'd never been on the other side. Felicity hoped that the wish was permanent, but if she was only going to get one day, she was going to make sure Penelope understood the hell it was to be Little. Using her Amazon hands, which were able to lift and carry so much more than she was used to, she quickly mixed up the beverage and popped the ring on the Silencer, deflating it. "Plea- " Penelope began, but was quickly met with the nipple of a bottle. She turned her head sideways and spit it out. "Please, listen!" "Felicity Alexis Morgan," Felicity snapped, relishing the feeling of using all three names the same way Penelope did - only the first name was actually hers, Penelope had changed her middle name and her last name when the awful woman "adopted" her. "You are dehydrated. You are going to drink this bottle like a good girl, or I'm going to get your feeder paci. Is that how you really want to start today?" Felicity hated the feeder paci. She was tempted to get it anyway, to make Penelope experience the helplessness and frustration of not being able to control the flow of the liquid or escape it as it filled her mouth over and over, forcing her to swallow constantly until her throat hurt from it. But Penelope took the bottle in both hands and began sucking at the fluid. The rhythmic sucking from the Little's lips was strangely musical. Steady. Sure. Unexpectedly, Felicity's chest began to hurt and her right nipple felt cold. She reached down and felt a wet spot - listening to Penelope suckle at the bottle was making her lactate. She wanted little more than to take the bottle from her and replace it with her own nipple... but one thing she did want more was to have Penelope suffer the effects of the rehydrating beverage. She stood there, staring down at the adorable angel as she chugged, breathing through her nose between gulps from the bottle. She had to admit that the little red strawberry dress with its micro-skirt looked really cute on her body... the way her curly blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she drank, the tiny click in her throat as she suckled. The way her eyes closed... she was really, really cute and Felicity had an overwhelming urge to snuggle her. Which was bizarre, because she was having those urges about her own body. The second the last drop was gone from the bottle, she released Penelope from the high chair... only to carry her to the couch. She lifted her blouse and fumbled with her bra.. a large wet spot was forming on each one. She unclipped the panel, freeing her nipple. "Wait," Penelope protested in her lap. "I don't want that! I'm really full, I don't want- " "Littles don't get a say," Felicity countered. "Littles never get a say. Amazons just do whatever they want, whenever they want and the Little just has to deal with it." Penelope's eyes widened as Felicity finally broke character - they both knew that Penelope wouldn't go off on a rant like that, but before she could say anything, her lips were around Felicity's Amazon nipple, Felicity's hand on the back of Penelope's head, forcing her forward, tilting her head back to encourage her mouth to open, forcing her to latch. And soon she was suckling contentedly. Felicity knew very well what feelings Penelope was having - conflicted feelings. Feelings of intense pleasure from the flavor of the milk, from the smell of it, mixed with feelings of resentment and helplessness. She wouldn't be able to pull away until the milk was gone. Felicity had never managed it, no matter how badly she wanted to. What she hadn't expected, what she didn't know, was how it felt from the Amazon side. The feeling was intense. Gratifying. Fulfilling. As the milk flowed from her body, as it was drawn out of her by the rhythmic suckling of the Little, she felt her heart flutter. She felt... love. She deeply loved the Little in her lap. The feeling caught her by surprise. She couldn't tell if it was a biological urge, if she was feeling Penelope's lingering emotions, if it was a fondness for herself... the last one seemed highly unlikely, she hadn't been able to look at herself in the mirror without wanting to cry since she'd been adopted. Her breast emptied too quickly. Penelope popped off and sat up, rubbing her eye with the back of one hand. "Felicity?" she mumbled. "Felicity, are you- " Felicity cut her off again, flipping her over and guiding her to the other nipple. She was ready for the rush of emotion this time, however. That same sense of overpowering calm, of contentment, of love, poured over her as her milk poured out of her and she found herself humming. It took her a moment to realize what it was... she had unconsciously begun humming the same song that her mommy always hummed during feedings. She stroked the Little's back - while Penelope was suckling, the feeling of their skin touching as she caressed the Little was electric, enticing... addicting. "Oh wow," Felicity murmured. She had no idea how incredible nursing felt for Penelope - if her mommy had actually had these feelings. Once again, it was over too soon. "Felicity," Penelope said groggily as she sat up again, "I really need to go... " she trailed off mid-sentence and her eyes widened. Felicity felt the diaper grow warm on her lap as Penelope finally got to experience what Felicity had felt several times a day for many years - the feeling of her body betraying her, of wetting her diaper like an infant, against her will. The Little's face clouded up in incredible sadness. "I peed myself!" she wailed. Felicity expected herself to feel bad, to feel guilty... but instead she felt needed. Penelope needed her. It felt... good. It felt good to watch Penelope sob her heart out. And it felt good on multiple levels. Felicity got a malicious, vengeful satisfaction out of it, out of her tormentor suffering the same way she had been made to suffer, but there was also another layer to it. That feeling of being wanted, of being necessary. She wiped Penelope's tears away from the Little cheeks. "Pretty awful, isn't it?" she asked. "You're in for a lot of it, too. Because I'm going to get that feeder and you're going to have another rehydrating bottle." "Please no," Penelope sobbed, her body shaking. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea that it felt this awful being Little." "Oh you've only gotten the tiniest taste, Felicity," the Amazon laughed. She didn't feel the slightest pang of guilt or remorse at the Little's tears. Deep down, somewhere in her Amazon heart, she knew that Littles cried. It was just a thing they did, like breathing. "Because you're Felicity now. I'm Penelope. I'm mommy. And we're going to fill you up nice and full and then you're going to do the teapot dance for ME. Do you remember how many times you made me sing that stupid song last year? It had to be a hundred. I stood there and danced and sang until I couldn't stand any more." "I'm sorry!" Penelope sobbed. "I'm sorry, I was wrong! It was wrong! I swear, change us back... I'll let you grow up... I won't treat you like a baby any more. I'm so sorry!" "Oh, you're sorry?" Felicity laughed a harsh laugh. "You've been me for all of two hours, my little prissy princess. I was trapped under your thumb for six years. You think two hours of drinking from a bottle and breastfeeding gives you an idea of the kind of life I lead? I think you need some time in the bouncer. I think you need to watch some cartoons. I think you need to be left alone in the playpen for an hour. But most importantly," Felicity said, lifting Penelope and cradling her, rocking her gently. "You need to calm down before you make yourself sick." She had done that enough times, and she really had no interest in being responsible for cleaning it up. She walked circles around the living room, rocking and shushing Penelope until she calmed down... only to take her back to the kitchen for another bottle. "Please Felicity," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "No more." "Ah ah," Felicity scolded. "You're Felicity now. I'm mommy. You'll never guess what I wished for when I blew out my birthday candles yesterday. Well... you probably will since you're living it." She felt the diaper growing warm again as Penelope wet herself. "Ask me for your bottle, Felicity." "I don't want another bottle," she protested. "You're going to get another one or you're going to get the feeder - it's your choice. So, either ask me very nicely with your most perfect prissy princess manners for your bottle, or I'll get the feeder." "Please mommy," Penelope said, her eyes downcast. "May I have another bottle?" "You may, my sweet girl," Felicity smiled, preparing another rehydrating bottle. Penelope was a constant fountain now, she was overfull with the fluid and milk. It wouldn't be long at all now... she walked over to the plastic-bottomed playpen in the living room and stood Penelope in it, holding the bottle in the Little's mouth while she drank. "Don't you stop until it's gone, silly girl - or I'll refill it and we'll start again with the feeder." After another minute or so, she guided Penelope's hands up to hold it and stepped back. She was cute. Standing there, sucking a bottle, her diaper swollen and completely unhidden by the micro skirt, her blonde curls bouncing. Felicity went to her mommy's room - her room - to fetch her comm and take a photo... as she walked back to the room, she heard a forlorn wail. "Oh no... " "What's wrong, sweet princess?" Felicity asked innocently, holding up her comm and snapping a picture of the Little looking down as urine ran down her leg. "It leaked... " "What leaked, sweet girl?" Felicity asked with a smile. "The diaper leaked," Penelope said softly. "Whose diaper leaked?" Felicity grinned, leaning down and taking another photo. "My diaper leaked, mommy," Penelope whimpered. "Ask me for a thicker diaper, my cute, soggy-bottomed baby," Felicity laughed softly. "I never made you beg for a thicker diaper," Penelope said resentfully, staring up at Felicity. "Bullpoopie!" Felicity shouted. "You've made me beg for everything, you made me thank you for everything you did to me. Now beg or you're going to learn how much a spanking from an Amazon hurts a Little bottom." "Please mommy," Penelope quailed, "please will you put me in a thicker diaper?" "Of course, sweetiekins," Felicity snapped one last picture before guiding the bottle back into Penelope's mouth and carrying her back to the nursery. She didn't bother with the thicker daytime diapers, she went straight for the extra thick nighttime diaper. She stripped the sodden thinner diaper from the Little and tossed it, wiping her down and powdering her and loving every sweet moment of pulling that extra thick diaper closed and taping it snugly. She pulled the bottle out of Penelope's hands and set her down on the floor. "There you go, one nice and thick diaper. Now, try to take it off." "What?" Penelope looked at her quizzically. "Try to take it off," Felicity repeated. "Undo the tapes, wiggle out of it. Take it off." Felicity watched with perverse glee as Penelope tried with all her might, yanking on the tapes, wiggling her hips, but it was useless. Just as Felicity knew it would be. "Amazons sure do make diapers that a Little can't remove," she smirked. "And that thick diaper should last you a while, even though you RUINED MY BODY." "I.. I didn't know," Penelope stammered. "You didn't know?" Felicity echoed. "You didn't know that if you forcefeed someone liquids constantly and never let them use a toilet that their muscles eventually weaken to the point that they're useless? I don't believe for a moment that you didn't know." "Littles just have weak bladders, everyone knows that... " Penelope said defensively. "I got along just fine before you adopted me," Felicity snapped. "I was twenty-three years old. I had my whole life ahead of me, but I had a hard time - other Littles didn't want to be around me, and do you know why?" "Why?" Penelope asked meekly. "Because I was a target for predators," Felicity growled. "I had curly blonde hair and blue eyes and I was SHORT, even for a Little. And that made me... what, Mommy?" "Cute... " Penelope admitted. "A walking 'adopt me' sign," Felicity pushed Penelope gently on the back. "Walk to the living room," she commanded. Penelope tried her best, but she was obviously having a great deal of trouble walking with her legs spread apart by the massive diaper. "If you can't walk, you know what to do." "Yes mommy," the Little squeaked, dropping to her hands and knees. That heart flutter came as Felicity watched the adorable girl crawl, her butt way up in the air as it shook back and forth from the effort of crawling. She didn't understand these feelings, these urges that she got when looking at... what was essentially herself. "You see," Felicity continued, her gaze fixed on the Little's padded butt... even now, the wetness indicator was alerting her that Penelope was peeing. "No other Little wanted to get close to me. Because if I got snatched... when I got snatched, they might be caught along with me. And no Little wants that. How's that diaper feeling, sweetie? Is it still dry and comfy?" "I think I had an accident," Penelope said mournfully, "I really don't like it. How did you swap us?" "I wished upon a star," Felicity shrugged. "I guess sometimes wishes do come true. Maybe I just made enough of them that the universe felt it owed me one. I wished for freedom almost every night for the past six years." "I thought you were happy," Penelope sat down on her well-padded butt, sitting several inches off the ground from the padding alone, her legs splayed as tears welled up in her eyes. "You always said you loved me. I love you... I give you everything." "You torture me!" Felicity shouted. "You torment me, and if I fight back even the smallest amount, you punish me! You tell me I'm dehydrated or tired or I had too much sugar or I'm just fussy. You minimize me, you diminish me, you ignore me, you... " Penelope had started bawling again, her arms hanging limply at her sides as she sobbed. "Why are you crying?" Felicity demanded. "I don't know!" Penelope wailed. "I can't stop it!" Felicity understood that feeling all too well. Her torment was unending, she found herself crying a lot. She had a lot to cry about. But Penelope didn't, she'd barely done anything to her yet. Again, Felicity felt that wave of satisfaction, that feeling of being needed. She scooped Penelope up and sat on the couch, holding the sobbing Little in her lap and rocking her, soothing her. She was surprised when Penelope fell asleep in her lap. "You won't get to sleep too long," Felicity promised. "We have a lot of ground to cover yet, Penelope Morgan." She let the Little nap for an hour or so, and then delighted in feeding her lunch - puréed prunes. And trapping her in the bouncer and watching her dangle helplessly there. But as the day continued, her glee that was powered by her much-deserved vengeance lessened and she just found herself enjoying caring for Penelope, who was often a sobbing mess. She was taking the whole idea of being Little very hard. By late afternoon, Felicity had given up on revenge and spent most of her time snuggling. She breastfed Penelope again, relishing those amazing feelings. Feeding her just felt RIGHT. Like all was right and good with the world. She prepared a dinner of chicken nuggets and honey, with carrot sticks and apple juice... her favorite. Her favorite when she had been a Little. Now it tasted... wrong. The honey was too sweet, the carrot sticks too bland. "You like spicy food," Penelope suggested. "There should be some left over vindaloo in the fridge." It was so strange to watch her Amazon body grimacing at the chicken nuggets. Amazons hated Little food in general, it was too sweet, too strange. Her diaper felt soggy and awful underneath her and she'd been trapped in it all day. She watched Felicity go to reheat the leftovers... and just enjoyed her own meal. The chicken nuggets were amazing. The honey was equally amazing. The flavors together were better than she had ever imagined. Littles experienced everything with so much more intensity than Amazons. She felt like her emotions had been out of control all day. But the Little comfort food made up for some of that... and she had no idea that her own breastmilk would be so staggeringly good. She still felt the lingering taste of it on her tongue, and she wanted more. She laughed when Felicity's face lit up at the flavor of the vindaloo - it tended to get even spicier if you let it stew in the fridge for a day. "It's good, isn't it?" she asked. "Want a bite?" Felicity offered. "No no," Penelope refused quickly. "If our tastes are switched, if the taste belongs to the body and not our mind... I would hate it now and that would make me... " she paused. Her stomach felt strange. She felt the urge to lift herself off her seat slightly... and gasped as she felt her bowels empty, filling the diaper. "Oh no," she moaned. "That feels awful!" She felt the tears welling up yet again, it seemed like she had spent the majority of the day overwhelmed and crying, but the warm, sticky mess on her behind felt terrible. "Did my princess make a poopie?" Felicity asked with a grin. Penelope quailed - the afternoon had actually been pleasant, she felt close to Felicity and had hope that they could work things out, but that malicious glint was back in her eye. "It's disgusting!" she heard herself say before she even realized it. "Finish your dinner, sweetie, then I'll change you," Felicity grinned. "But it's so gross! Please, change me now!" "Do you have any idea how many times you've said no to that very request, O mommy mine?" Felicity sneered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know... " Penelope whimpered, begging. "You've said that so much today. It's like you never listened to me." Of course she hadn't listened - Felicity was a Little. Littles complained and fussed, Littles didn't know what was good for them. But now she understood how volatile Littles were, how real their feelings were. "Finish your meal, then we'll change you." The chicken wasn't so sweet then, the honey tasted like ash. She was resentful and wished it were all over and done with. And she had no idea that she'd be thankful for a clean diaper. Felicity seemed... almost content as she changed Penelope into a fresh nighttime diaper and a sleeper. The fluffy sheep pajamas. "Well my cute little princess," Felicity grinned as she lowered Penelope back into the crib and raised the inescapable bars. "Today was fun. Let's see what tomorrow holds. Sweet dreams, I'm going to go find some fun Amazon things to do now that my helpless Little is off to beddy-bye." Felicity kissed Penelope on the forehead, lingering for a moment, the kiss becoming tender. And then she left. Penelope pulled herself up using the crib bars and stared out the window, hoping... but there were no shooting stars. Nothing to wish on. And sleep took her faster than she expected. * * * When Penelope awoke the next morning in her own body, she actually leapt out of bed and crowed with joy... only to find that she had a headache. There were wine bottles all over the room... Felicity had really gone to town. She felt a little queasy... but everything was worth it. Still in her nightgown, she strode into the nursery, over to the crib and lifted her still sleeping Little. Little Felicity woke slowly, but with a start when she regained consciousness. "I love you mommy," she said fearfully.  "You don't," Penelope said sadly. "But we're going to see if we can't fix that, my sweet angel."