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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.

Here's mine. I need to reorganize it and stack up the diapers 😁👶

Just seemed perfect for this group

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)

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

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 :)

Hi there! Ive been a long time follower of this forum but first time poster. I’m hoping to be more active and getting some feedback from others as I get more into making abdl a more consistent part of my life and finding others to share this side of me with on a regular basis. I have always had an interest in diapers from a young age and have pretty much always had diapers since the age of 13. Throughout the years since, I have had varied levels of activity in the community dependent on living situations and demands from other aspects of life. I am now at a point where I think I can find a comfortable balance which will help in all aspects of life and hoping to get feedback and input from others through this forum. That’s probably enough on this topic for now and hopefully I’ll see you all in other parts of the forum!

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.

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.

Similar to Rusty Pins, while I wear diapers for pleasure nearly every day,, they are only one part of who I am. Balance in life is important as are priorities. If you happen to read a few more posts, we respect your decision and support your journey. You may also want to pursue psychotherapy to explore your diaper dilemma.

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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'm not haveing the best time with keeping track of which topic I posted on 😅 Spit man it all trucked up 😂 Forget me triggeing little space it been done quite well 😂 I can't trigger out 😂 I had to call my mentalhealth provider to see if she tried to start de regression therapy up again. I still dont know if she did it on purpouse 😅 She said "sometimes it's nice to let go and go back" Not funny, she only asked if I wanted to come back a week early😧 Stuck in little space and my mental health casworker basically saying Go wit de flow 😧 Do not try 2 smoke out of little space when drs are involved 😬 gagged and dry heaved so hard I messed myself😔 But that was afyr tryin not to wet de diaper by peein in the sink just to end up peein all over my pants . Thogh aboit de smoke and almist puked and wet de diaper anyways 😒 My day knot goin ezcactly adulty 😅 Coffee taste like puke 😒 needed to use ¼ bottle creamer to drink it😐. I need to stop lyein down it keeps makein it alot harder. Oly fudge man ever start shakein just pickin up somthin sharp ? Trucking nuts man shaken in fear holding a razor to shave, fine after I starteshaven though.. till I knicked myself and almost puked 😒 Forgot what no adult spaceleft wslike 😒 I got no clu where I put mi butter last nite 😂 I just started ripping the lofe of bred apart lik adinner roll😂

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.

LESSING'S FOLLY “To summarize,” Rita concluded, “as of this morning we have 37 patients in residence, with twenty voluntaries and seventeen committals. This leaves us with three rooms to spare in the secure wing. A fourth room is under temporary occupancy by a voluntary admission ...” Laughter erupted all around the conference table, and everyone turned to look up at the video feed from room eleven. Professor Ian Grady, aka Major Ian Grady, aka little baby Ian, aka Princess Poopy Pants, was sitting at the desk, frowning intensely, red pin flying across the pages of his ever diminishing pile of blue books. Check marks here and marginal comments there, increasingly sloppy summaries, and then the verdict in the form of both a letter and a numeric grade. The young professor was a precision machine, and nothing if not thorough. “I know, I know,” Rita laughed. “But for John's sake, we do have to observe the formalities. Anyway, we might have a fifth room open as well, because in a couple of hours Phil's parents will be here. Becky will be supervising, and if all goes well, I'm planning to relocate him among the voluntaries.” The announcement sparked a round of applause; in this ward, the staff savored their hard-earned triumphs. “To Becky,” Candy blurted out, raising her coffee cup on high. “And to Ian.” Becky was not about to steal Ian's thunder. “To Becky and Ian!” Reiko, at twenty-six the youngest and least experienced member of the Circle, was firmly of the opinion that Phil's redemption was the product of team effort. “Our very own Dynamic Duo!” Vickie began to hum the theme from Batman, and the others promptly joined in. It was a little after nine on Saturday morning, and the weekly roundup informally known as Lessing's Folly was once again underway. Rita thought of the ward's three shifts in military terms-- her own first shift took point, Martha Benson's second was the unit's beating heart, and Julie Neymar's third brought up the rear. The three charge nurses took reports from their staff, updated patient files daily, and fed the finished product to John Lessing, MD, PhD, for the weekly review. It was John's signature that graced the summary that Rita forwarded to the Director's office. Lessing, at age fifty-three, was one of the most prominent psychiatrists in the Twin Cities. A full professor at Ian's university, he had a lucrative contract with the hospital, but was content to let Rita run the ward. She had been one of his best students, and together they had built a staff that he considered the best not only in the state but in the whole of the upper Midwest. All but two of the nurses were his former students. Reiko, Candy and Becky, who were at various stages of their four year residency, were handpicked, Becky now in her last year. He had expected to lose her to private practice, and her blossoming romance with Phil Kettering both surprised and delighted him. John was deeply protective of his students, but he was also unsentimental about the realities of the medical industry. He had driven it home to each of them that, no matter where they worked, fully one-third of their hands-on colleagues would regard them as charlatans and grifters. He took perverse pride in his very own Hotel California, and he never tired of reminding his departmental colleagues at the university that, on a weekly basis, it was his privilege to attend Lessing's Folly. It was only his wife's concern for his reputation that prevented him from occasionally attending the Circle's Saturday night frolic as well. “Marge, where do we stand with Don Phillips?” “Babbling … incoherent. He's verbal, but it's as if the neurons are all firing in isolation from one another. My primary concern is getting him to eat. I've debated hooking him up to a feeding tube, but I'm worried about aspiration. Should we sedate him?” “John, your thoughts.” This was precisely the sort of problem that Rita was happy to buck upstairs to her mentor. “No sedation, and no feeding tube.” This was not John Lessing's first rodeo. “Get him on his feet, and get him moving. He needs to hear friendly voices, but not in large numbers because the cacophony will frighten him, which could trigger a relapse. Offer him food, but don't force feed him. If worse comes to worse, we'll run an IV, but let's give it some time and see if his body will drive a bargain with his brain.” “Got it.” Marge was busily taking notes. “Do you want Ian to have another go at him?” “Good Lord, no! The last thing that poor man needs now is to hear someone hectoring him in Vietnamese. No. Get Phillips to the point where he is coherent and able to tap into his memories, and we'll think about having Major Grady working with him the same way that he did with Kettering.” “If sedation ever becomes necessary, ” Vickie commented, “I'd recommend Lorazepam intravenously. I've followed the clinical trials, and the results look promising, but we have no first hand experience. From what Marge is telling us, Phillips looks promising.” “Giving up on Valium, are we Vickie?” Becky loved teasing her mentor. “Yeah,” Vickie grinned; “I need a new drug.” “And on that note we come to our beloved Princess Poopy Pants.” Rita was watching the clock. “Candy, what's your schedule?” “Next diaper check is at ten, give or take a few blue books. I expect it to be messy.” Forty minutes … more than enough time. John looked up at the screen, and shook his head. “You know,” he observed, “one of the few things hitherto beyond the reach of my imagination was seeing a diapered colleague grading blue books inside the secure ward. But then I also never expected to hear about a member of staff leaping across a table to fend off a murderous patient with a turkey drumstick. Victoria, you are truly one for the ages!” “Thanks, boss; I was happy to do my bit.” “The rest of you should know,” John said as his eyes went round the table, “that Victoria and I have had a heart to heart talk about her relationship with Doctor Grady. And it is 'Doctor', by the way, and I do hope that none of you lose sight of that particular fact.” “As you all know, as a matter of policy this hospital forbids doctors and nurses from entering into relationships with their patients. However, we also know that there is no rule in place forbidding attachments between doctors or nurses and FORMER patients. Hence it should come as no surprise to anyone here that the rules and regs are silent with regard to relationships forged BEFORE a patient's admission when they remain ongoing.” John was looking hard at Marge. “Given that Doctor Grady has twice attended and participated in certain allegedly drunken and promiscuous activities in Rita's home, it is self-evidently the case that he has an ongoing relationship with everyone in this room, myself excluded. Or am I wrong about that? If there is anyone in this room who has no prior relationship with Doctor Grady whatsoever, please raise your hand.” No one did. “Good.” John leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his neck, and studied the ceiling. He was visibly gathering his thoughts. “Right, here's what we're going to do. The first order of business is keeping him out of the line of fire. I'll have a quiet word with our campus police chief, and try to arrange for Ian to have a uniformed escort everywhere he goes on Monday. I'll also talk to his department chair, and explain the financial facts of life. I'll give Stuart an abridged account of what's happened here so far, with a decidedly heroic spin, and tell him to keep his distance. The last thing I want is for him or anyone else to be applying pressure. That's Vickie's job; she's his therapist, she has a good game plan, and it should work. But we want the meltdown to occur in a controlled environment … so, no more nasty surprises, okay?” “We still have to address the issue of his diaper changes,” Marge objected. “You're right. Sorry, Vickie, but when you think he's ripe, get somebody else to change him. I'll cut you some slack and let you give him his bottles and pat him on the back, hold his hand, but don't let your fingers wander. If you do, you'll be off this case like shit through a goose. Capiche?” “Boss, I've set him up for rewards and punishments-- sexual relief and spankings. Under these restrictions? I'll get nowhere.” John gave it a moment's thought. “Okay, I'll meet you halfway. You can spank him, over the knee, but Rita I want you or Marge in the room observing. Now, does anyone here feel like tutoring my colleague in the fine art of self-gratification when a reward is in order?” Reiko and Candy instantly raised their hands, and to John's considerable surprise, Rita did so as well. “Good, we have multiple volunteers. I'd suggest that you schedule a fixed hour for rewards, and take turns awarding them. But Vickie, and Vickie alone, determines when he's up for a reward or spanking. And her decision is final.” John looked around the room, hoping that he had been reading it correctly. “Rita, I like this idea of putting together a tape and offering it to Glenn Albright. Let me know when you're ready to make the pitch. I'll have you both to lunch at the Faculty Club. And as for your friend, Sarah? In due course ...” John had a pretty good idea how things would be playing out over the next couple of hours, so he didn't even bother trying to keep a poker face. “In due course,” he grinned, “let's spread the word that Doctor Grady has a no-nonsense girlfriend with marriage on her mind, and hers is the final say in their relationship. When you next talk to her, make it clear that in my professional opinion she needs to take decision making out of his hands. All we know for sure is that yesterday morning he cracked when asked to make a consequential decision … so we stop doing that until Vickie gets this sorted out.” . . . . Leaving the conference room in a hurry, Candy and Rita rushed back to the office. There were only two guest chairs, and one of them was covered with files. Candy picked them up and dumped them on the floor. She barely had time to sit down before Vickie came storming through the door. She slammed it behind her, trapping the three of them in the lingering stench of Ian's much abused diaper. Vickie sniffed the air, knowing that it had been a full twenty-four hours since Ian's collapse. “Is that what I think it is,” she asked. “It is. Breast milk, in the quantity that he's receiving, definitely has its down side.” “Funny that, because I came in here to clear the air. About what happened, which seems to have become a hot topic in this building. I got a lot of strange looks coming in from the car park. Two of my friends gave me a big hug, and one of them asked if I was okay.” “It's over, Vic … ancient history. The song and dance was strictly for Marge's benefit; it's John's way of telling Keith that if he wants to go to war, John owns the battlefield. You're good to go.” “Nope, not by a long shot.” Vickie was emphatically shaking her head, and she had a stranglehold on both chair arms. “I don't give a damn how many people see the tape, and anyone who expects me to apologize for what happened, for my … my ...” “Orgasm?” Rita also wanted to clear the air because her journey from the car park had been equally slow. She was pretty sure that Vickie had misunderstood a great deal of what she had experienced. “My feelings,” Vickie corrected. “God! How could I have been so blind, so full of myself? I knew that I had feelings for Ian; they've been there from the moment we met. But they confused me. I tried and tried to sort out what I was feeling. Lust? A new toy for me to play with? An easy conquest to toss on the pile alongside all the others? But nothing felt right. Rita, I DIDN'T KNOW! Honest to God, until Phillips leaped across the table, teeth bared, I DIDN'T KNOW. It hit me with the force of a sledgehammer. He wanted to kill the man I love, and I could stop him. And I did, me and my stupid drumstick!” “And that's what people are talking about, Vic. Oh, sure, not Sarah's collection of jerks; they're chortling about Ian licking cranberry sauce off your blouse, and you having this mind blowing orgasm in full view of all. But they don't count. That's why we're the Hotel California, remember? That's why we come together every Saturday morning and add another chapter to Lessing's Folly. THEY … DO … NOT … COUNT. The people who matter, which includes just about every woman in this building, are concerned about you … about you and Ian, both. Because from what I was hearing in the corridors this morning, I'm guessing that when Bian went back to the ER and her friends crowded round, she told them the whole of it and not just a part. And then the Crash Team must have added their two cents worth.” “It's what we all heard coming here this morning.” Candy spoke up for the first time. “How a wounded veteran came out of nowhere and volunteered to become a patient in the psych ward, hoping to help two deeply troubled vets whom we were about to lose forever. How he pulled it off, putting himself at great risk in the process, and how a nurse hurled herself into the fray to ward off an attack with the only weapon she had to hand-- a turkey drumstick. So what if the details are a little off. When you cut to the chase, isn't that exactly what happened?” “You left out a few critical details.” Vickie was grinning from ear to ear. She really didn't give a damn about the tape. And she loved Candy … Candy and Becky both. Mentoring them was far and away the best part of her job. “Not really. Vickie, you don't live life; you attack it. Day after day, you wrap your hands around its throat and you throttle it. It's who you are. A lot of people envy you, some are jealous, but everybody has been waiting for this moment to happen … wondering if it WOULD happen. And now it has. Vickie, there is nothing on that tape that is going to surprise anybody … nothing, because you are not a person for half measures.” “Here, here,” Rita muttered. She was happy that Candy had beaten her to the punch. For her own part, Rita was pondering how Vickie could possibly carry on as Ian's therapist. But John's good with it, and he's forgotten more about human relationships than I've ever learned, so … “I'd like everyone earning a paycheck from this hospital to watch that tape,” Candy continued. She was really on a roll. “We're constantly being lectured about how doctors, nurses and patients get the best results when we work as a team … then in the next breath they're threatening to take our jobs away if we let our guard down and become emotionally involved. I'm sick of the hypocrisy-- and am I the only one who finds it odd that we're busily trying to knock down Phil's wall, and Don's and Ian's, while hiding behind our own? When did compassion go out of style?” “You go, girl!” Vickie had never been as proud of Candy as she was in this moment. “Everybody except you, Vickie.” Candy was eyeing the clock, knowing that she had to leave soon. “The moment you walked in this morning, I saw it in your stride … in the way you were looking at the rest of us. A Breakthrough. Your wall is gone, and you're happy. It's good to see.” Candy stood up, and on impulse walked over to hug Vickie tight. She was so happy for her friend that she was near tears. “Now, if the two of you will excuse me, there's a patient in room eleven that I've promised to give a bath. I didn't expect him to sleep for twenty-two hours, never mind set a world's record for poopy diapers. He stinks, and wet wipes and baby powder aren't going to cut it. And Rita, unless Vickie objects, I would very much appreciate it if you would cut the video feed.” “Oh, he's definitely earned a reward,” Vickie laughed. “And by all means, make it a good one! Then I want him back in eleven. You might remind the Princess that she's due for a spanking, and I'll make it a good one as well!” “Say around lunchtime?” Vickie winked at Rita. She intended to follow John's instructions to the letter, and she much preferred Rita's company to Marge's. “I'll grab something from the cafeteria … enough for both of us. After her spanking, let's put the Princess in her crib and let her watch us eat. Pink this and pink that is not floating the Major's boat, and he's wondering what gives with the dress. Maybe we should try shamelessly bribing him with a pickle. ” “Speaking of the dress,” Vickie moaned, “the dry cleaning is going to set me back a small fortune. Any chance you can reimburse me out of incidentals?” “Consider it done.” Candy silently left the office. She had a spring in her own step, and felt on top of the world. With the camera off, she could finally practice therapy the way that she and Vickie both wanted it done. . . . . Ian heard the door open, but he didn't bother to look up. He was on a roll, and calculated that he could polish off the last of the exams in three hours or less. He was determined to get it done, and to get the hell out of Dodge. With diaper changes now coming every sixty to ninety minutes, all of them poopy, he was desperate to get some real food into his system. Thanks to the breast milk, his run of the mill five poopy diapers a day was beginning to look like Paradise Lost. He smelled her perfume before he felt her hand glide down his spine, and instantly recognized that Candy was back. He had awakened groggy and confused, to find her sitting quietly beside his crib. He was not restrained, and she looked exhausted. He thought that she might well have been there all night, watching over him. Like Bian. Twenty-two hours, she had said, anticipating the inevitable question. He had slept a long, long time, and he didn't know why. Where his memories should have been, there was only a blank screen. He remembered nothing of the day before. The routine unfolded smoothly. The changing table and the diaper change with which he now greeted each new day. Cradled, looking up into tender and caring eyes, sucking down the two bottles of breast milk. Crawling to the desk, girding himself for work in an environment at once familiar yet strange. Back to the changing table, his diaper once again mushy and foul … another bottle … more blue books. She had left at some point, exhorting him to keep working, telling him that she would be back to give him his reward. He had obeyed without question, and she had returned. He sensed her leaning down to whisper in his ear, inhaling the scent of her deep into his lungs. “Finish this one,” she had said, “then it will be time for your reward.” Ian thought it odd that she wasn't calling him “princess” or “baby.” and it left him wondering whether in turn he should drop the pretense of calling her his “aunt” or “auntie.” His confusion doubled when Candy led him not to the changing table but straight out the door, and then turned left instead of right. Mystified, he followed her to the end of the corridor, entering a room that took him by complete surprise. It was huge, at least double the size of his own room eleven. One entire corner was empty save for the large drain on the floor and a lone stool. There were a number of hoses hanging on hooks, and Ian guessed that patients were literally hosed down here. A long and unusually wide porcelain bathtub was to the right, and set into the floor. The setup reminded him of a traditional Japanese bathhouse, where you washed first and then bathed in water so hot that it threatened to scald the skin. Thinking about the state of his diaper, and how long it had been since he last bathed, Ian licked his lips in anticipation. Looking to his left, Ian spotted the ubiquitous changing table. With the hoses hanging in the background, it was obvious how this was going to go. Except that Candy was leading him by the hand to the right … to what looked like an ordinary dental chair-- except that this one came equipped with a fell set of restraints. For a perverse moment, he wondered whether someone had screwed up and scheduled him for electro-shock therapy. He debated whether it was time to panic. Candy nudged him into the seat, but made no move to restrain him. She tilted the seat back, pulled up a stool, and sat looking down at him. Her eyes, always so alive, were filled with good humor. Ian abruptly decided to go with the moment. “We'll begin with a good, old-fashioned dental check-up,” she laughed, “one of the many oddball things that I learned during my first year residency. Open and say 'ah'.” Candy began poking around with the usual tool, and then stuck a finger in his mouth to survey his gums. But she wasn't wearing a glove, and Ian wasted no time latching on. He began sucking for all that he was worth. “Ah, does my widdle Princess Poopy Pants like to suck on auntie's finger,” she cooed, making no attempt to remove it from his mouth. Instead, she began to twirl it in lazy circles, forcing his tongue to move hither and yon in order to keep up. Candy was finger fucking his mouth, and he loved it. “Would you like your binkie, hmm?” With her free hand, she reached into a pocket, pulled it out, and waved it slowly in front of his eyes. Ian was still in Professor Grady mode, but he was more than willing to play this particular game. He was pretty sure that he had Princess Poopy Pants down pat, and he really liked Candy. He wanted to please her. “Yeth, pwese,” Relaxing his grip on her finger, he opened wide, but then Candy surprised him. Waving her finger back and forth in front of his eyes, a bit of his saliva still clinging to it, she announced that first she would brush his teeth and then give him his precious binkie. Candy was thorough, and thoroughly professional, right down to having him swish and spit. Ian thought that she would have made a great dental assistant-- and he'd happily let her brush his teeth for him after every meal. This was way beyond service with a smile. Still, when she offered him the binkie, he accepted it happily, and began sucking noisily. “Tank yu, aunt Candy. I wuv my binkie.” Ian debated whether he was overplaying his hand. Such a baby, such a baby … but how does he make this transition without a trigger? The textbooks insist that there's a totem, but if it's here, none of us are seeing it. Candy glanced up at the camera, and noted that it was still live. It would not go dark until Ian was prepped for his bath, and she knew that Vickie and Rita were both watching. She wondered if Ian's personality shifts continued to mystify them as much as they mystified her. . . . . “So now you've met Bob,” Sofia mused, taking a small sip from her first cup of coffee. In the morning, she liked it black, and scalding hot. “Well, let me see,” Sarah retorted as she sat her own cup down. “Is this your roundabout way of telling me that he's 'the one'? Are you asking for my approval?” She was teasing, but she was also rubbing it in. Turn about, fair play! “It's possible, I suppose.” Sofia was being carefully non-committal. “Well, he's certainly gainfully employed,” Sarah laughed, remembering how her ever practical grandmother had so quickly got to the heart of the matter. “The guy owns his own hardware store, no less.” “And he's very handy with tools...” “All of them?” In point of fact, Sarah had really liked her mother's latest beau. He was attentive, polite, surprisingly well spoken, and a true child of the Keweenaw. It was screamingly obvious that he was very much a one woman kind of guy. If he ever deserted her mother, Sarah concluded, it would be for the sake of his fishing rod. A true child of the Keweenaw indeed. And a widower … “Well, he could use a bit more practice … you know, here and there.” There was a soft but knowing smile on Sofia's lips. “And do you think that he would be up for your … um, how shall I put it? Lifestyle?” “He seems receptive. When his hands stray a bit, I slap them down … a bit harder than I really need to. I tease him about going over my knee if he doesn't mind his manners. He hasn't run away yet, and that's always a good sign. I think of him like a fish. He's taken the hook, and now I'm playing out the line, giving him the illusion of freedom while I debate the proper moment to reel him in. I want to wear him down, but still leave just enough fight in him to make it interesting. I do enjoy training a man to satisfy me without needing prompting.” “I wonder if he'll like Ian, or be repulsed by his diapers. Mom, you should know that I do not, and will not, hide the fact that Ian is a poop monster!” “Nor would I want you to. Bob's charming, in an endearing sort of way, but I think he would look absolutely adorable in a nice, thick diaper. I suspect pink baby pants would be a bridge too far, but blue or yellow should work fine. Wouldn't you like to see the two of them crawling around the house together, maybe sharing a playpen?” “Mom, you are incorrigible. Where do you get these ideas? Surely they don't all come from books.” “Actually, Dear, I've been thinking about how much I'm looking forward to babysitting my son-in-law. I really am, you know? And if you leave any gaps in his training, rest assured that I will plug them! Any … way, fantasizing about all the fun I'm going to have with Ian got me to thinking about Bob, and how much fun I can have bringing him to heel. I just have to be patient, and let my little fishie tire himself out on the line.” “But diapers? Mom, does he need them?” “Not that I know of, but that won't be a problem. We nurses do have our ways.”

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 😅

We all have to find the right balance so our desire for diapers doesn't interfere with the rest of our life. Getting there takes a lot of adjusting back and forth. Good luck with your journey.

I once again had the rare experience of having my wife choose my diaper for me. I was in my office until late, working on a beer recipe, when I got a text from her that she was going to sleep early because she'd slept like crap the night before (a frequent affliction for her), and, that she'd "put my pajamas in the bathroom, please don't go crashing around looking for things, or turn on any lights." That was mildly hilarious to read, because I am actually quite adept at finding stuff by the light of my phone and generally not turning on lights, whereas she is the one who is known to come into the room and "only turn on the bathroom light", but then prop the door wide open, and operate for a half hour puttering around, because, as previously mentioned, she often doesn't sleep well. The whole "sleep hygiene" concept is foreign to her - she likes to stream programs on her phone and hold it right in front of her eyes, until 1 AM, and then she wonders why it takes her another two hours to fall asleep, unless she takes four times the suggested dose of melatonin. I've explained the blue light thing, but, like how thermostats work, or, how the car knows it needs service, she prefers to ignore the advancements that have been made in recent decades. But I digress. Back to my "pajamas". I was immediately curious as to what she'd set out for me, because I don't really wear pajamas, particularly not in the summer. I generally sleep in an old t-shirt and a diaper. Tiptoeing up to our room therefore had a bit of a Christmas morning feel to it, although I was also dreading the possibility that she might have selected something unsuitable, such as one of my slim gym diapers or the medium Tranquility ATN's that I'm using as fodder for sweaty, dusty yardwork. When I got into the bathroom (by the light of my phone), on my side of the counter rested a Bambino Skooldoodle and a t-shirt. Cute diaper, not a bad selection for overnight duty, and, curiously, not the selection that would have fallen readily to hand in my diaper drawer. I'd recently restocked it, and I knew that there were mostly white diapers at the front, and printed ones at the back. I know that if I ask her why she chose that particular diaper, she'll fire some sarcastic comment back at me, so, it is likely to remain a mystery. Maybe she prefers it? Or, more likely, it felt like it had the right heft to it, although I have never really explained the process I use to figure out what baby pants I'm going to wear, and when. A long time ago, she lamented that I should just be opening my diaper cases one at a time, and using them up as I go, and I explained to her that that would be like opening one food item in your kitchen, and eating only that, until you'd used it up. "We are all eating multigrain bread until all of it is used up, and then, I shall open the cream cheese, for that has the next closest expiry date." Diapers are articles of clothing, not paper towels, in my world. You don't use up all your white socks, and then move on to the black ones.

Silly us.

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

I know it's very real for many to be out among people and feeling distress. There are places I feel uncomfortable when I'm out, but it's such a big world with so many interesting places to go and things to see. Even sitting on a bench in a place with few people watching a sun setting over a lake is very relaxing. I'm sorry for the people who can't enjoy these things and hope someday they may overcome some of their anxiety to venture out now and then. Like wearing diapers out in public the first few times. People get anxious and nervous and feel that everyone around them knows they are wearing diapers. The more they do it and realize no one knows or even pays any attention to them is positive reinforcement and gradually they become so comfortable being out in diapers that it doesn't bother them a bit. Maybe going out gradually a little at a time and slowly expanding the time spent outside around people and places might relieve some of the anxiety when you realize things are going to be just fine.

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

I have a couple of things to report on, since yesterday. First of all, last night, I had a dream that I was trying to eat toast, but I found the crust really chewy... and I woke up to find myself gnawing on my pacifier. Maybe I was hungry. Then, I noted that my butt felt notably wet, yet I was lying on my stomach. A quick tactile probing revealed that, yes, the back of my diaper (a Lil' Splash) was pretty wet, the front was not, and, my bedding was bone dry. Ergo, I'd rolled over onto my back at some point and wet, but I had no recollection of it. I glanced at the clock - it was about 4 am - and then I went back to sleep. I got up this morning knowing that my daughter had a friend over, but also, knowing that teenagers who swam until midnight and then chatted until 3 am tend to sleep in... wrong. I'd pulled on light athletic shorts and walked into the kitchen to make coffee, and then, two teenagers appeared in my midst. Luckily, the Splash does not take on MegaMax proportions, but it is kind of a loud diaper, under light fabric. I abandoned my usual morning routine of not caring what I have on while I read the paper, and went to put on heavier cargo shorts. The episode did underline for me, though, how much I enjoy not caring what I have on, most of the time, at least around the house. I had a near-miss (I think) on the security breach front, earlier yesterday, when I took the kitchen garbage bag that was three quarters full, and went up to empty the bathroom garbage bags, and, since it had space in it, I threw in a half-dozen diapers from my diaper can. I hadn't tied it off yet, because I was going to check the laundry room garbage can, which is usually overflowing with lint from the dryer, however the aforementioned friend's mom arrived at the door just as I was heading into the laundry room, and I put the bag down in the hall while I let her in. Her arrival set off a process whereby my wife implored my daughter to take the dog out quickly, lest he pee from excitement at the arrival of this amazing new human. My daughter decided to take the dog out through the same door the amazing new human was entering through... I guess maybe we have to be more specific on this topic in the future. The dog got excited, did NOT pee, but, wrapped his leash around various legs, and, plowed through the garbage bag, causing it to discharge... one balled-up diaper, plus some food wrappers. Mercifully, it was a white one - a Rearz Essential, I think - and our visitor was paying attention to the dog, not the contents of the bag, so I tossed it back from whence it came, pretty quickly. Did it register? If so, she didn't react. Although my daughter has stayed over at her place dozens of times, and pull-ups were often part of that picture, so maybe, maybe, if she recognized what she saw as being from the genus plasticus diaperous, she might have assumed it's origins could be explained thusly. I'll never know, and I'm not sharing this theory with my wife or my daughter.

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! 🙂

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Thanks Brian. I really enjoyed what you said and it's all true. And it goes back to what I was saying about leading the life that I want for myself and not worrying about what other people think and how life is short so make the best of it. Thank you so much! By the way I ended up ordering the wrong size. So I'm going to return it. But I ended up ordering the right size so that should be here tomorrow.😅 LOL!😂 I'm very glad that I chose a babyish comforter cuz that really fits who I am. And I'm glad you and all the rest of my friends like it a lot. Cuz that means a LOT to me.😊♥️🥰😃🚼🍼👶

Good morning!

Welcome to DD.

Welcome!

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.

Infected: National Telecast The White House spokeswoman stands behind the podium preparing to make a statement on the Viral infection that’s caused most of the world to take pause and reflect on an entirely new world… What started out in Germany as a localized issue was initially dismissed as some sort of fetish (we all know how wild those Germans can be when it comes to their sexual preferences.) has spread across the globe and the latest news from the WHO is that a third strain has reared its ugly head… IVX (now known as IVXa) affects only women just as the follow up strains between the age of 18 and 59. Despite a year of testing and work for a cure or at least a vaccine to protect those uninfected the virus has continued to run rampant. In what most people refer to as the “Bimbo Virus”, IVXa works behind the scenes on the infected until the mental and biological changes are severe enough that the victim seeks medical attention. Most women are too ashamed to seek early treatment. You can’t blame them as the signs and symptoms are as follows: Marked drop in mental acumen. Hair color changes (the most severe cases being platinum blonde) Body hair changes (eventually every case finds all hair follicles dead below the neck) Breast growth Buttocks growth Lip changes Sexual appetite increases Most women that seek medical attention require no formal testing as the signature “tell” of the virus is noted in the excessive vaginal leaking due to multiple orgasms even without any purposeful stimulation. Embarrassingly, the medical community colloquially refers to this finding as the “Grool Test”. Then there is IVXb. While “a” turns women into bubble butted, big breasted airheads, this strain has an almost opposite effect. These women find themselves regressing mentally and in some ways physically a small step at a time. What starts out as an oral fixation slowly transforms into the occasional nighttime bed wetting, a need for an unaffected adult to “discipline” them, and at the end stages totally depended upon diapers and an adult caretaker. By the time that a “b” virus victim “baby” thinks to seek treatment, they are already wearing pull-ups during the day due to urinary continence failures. If there is a “silver lining” to the B virus it is that along with all of the mental and physical signs, the victim will lose weight and height which not only makes caretaking easier but it also leaves a lot of options available for clothing since the victims seem to all fixate on “cute” clothing like what a toddler would want to wear. While most women can tell what version of the virus they are infected with, the early stages show many similarities. The oral fixation, loss or thinning of body hair, and even “damp” panties. This leaves women struggling with which version they’d rather be. Babbling baby… or head bobbing bimbo… “Ladies and gentlemen we are ready to begin.” Allison Perkins, White Spokeswoman says to the room full of media. At the moment she is one of the youngest people to fill this role, and what a hard time to be in this position.. She is 34 years old, dark brown hair, 5’7”, 135lbs, brown eyes and a magnificent figure. She has that “girl next door” look but you can tell she’s very intelligent too. She’s wearing a powder blue business suit with pleated skirt, white button up, and matching high heels. She looks 100% confident as she reviews the room. While the men look at her intently, it is the women in the room that gets her attention. As the virus has progressed she has watched more and more of the women in media either get replaced by uninfected women, men, or the sad slide towards whichever strain slowly overtakes them. Today she notes that another “usual” has been replaced by a cute blonde reporter. Directly in front of her she sees a former colleague from her own time in the media focused on the sucker in her mouth while she absentmindedly curls one of her light blonde curls around her finger. “Poor Jennifer” she thinks to herself. Just last week she was still light brown and holding up pretty well. Now she seems to be gyrating on her chair while her newly colored green eyes dart from crotch to crotch of the secret service members standing next to the President. Allison wondered which strain each of the women in her life would end up with, Jennifer clearly has the “a” strain. Probably another week and she won’t be able to function with all of the males in the room. A male reporter takes his seat next to her and her eyes widen, breath quickens, and she turns her enhanced bust towards him, clearly flirting. “Allison? We’re ready.” She heads in her earpiece reminding her to get back to the press conference. “Ladies and Gentlemen, as the virus continues infecting women across the globe, we wanted to discuss some new findings and results from our medical experts.” A screen lights up to the right of the podium showing a research doctor in a generic office setting. He begins discussing the latest numbers of infected and how they are working tirelessly to help stop the spread or at least slow the symptoms in those that are already infected. Allison listens carefully as he explains the failure of a cure, or vaccine however the “treatments” available for the “Bimbo” strain are enough to take her breath away… She’s no stranger to these treatments as she’s had the inside track due to her close work with the President but to hear a doctor speak so plainly and openly about it causes her to have an audible gasp. As if turning into a mindless bimbo wasn’t enough the virus’ cruel joke on womankind is that the only way to slow the progression is by degrading sexual stimulation. The more lewd, the better it seems in a twist of fate. “In a nutshell if you pardon the pun, the best results are from semen directly implanted into the anus, followed by ingesting it. Vaginal insertion seems to have minimal effect however there are reports that rubbing semen into the skin seems to be more effective than vaginal insertion.” Allison hears the President groan behind her and looks back to see her friend and boss Marylyn Goodwin shaking her head back and forth at the lewd suggestions. As a staunch defender of morality and conservatism the doctor’s suggestions of anal sex and rubbing cum on all over your body is more than she can take. “As you can see the data speaks for itself. As a woman I understand how disturbing all of this sounds. I for one couldn’t imagine having to make the choice of degrading myself with semen… uh.. deposits or turning into a… Well, you know.” She stops short as she hears a faint moan come from the crowd, looking down at the front row she sees Jennifer with her hand between her legs clearly rubbing her sex to orgasm. Her head leaned back, face flush, biting her lower lip! The room goes silent until she comes down from her orgasmic high and then she looks around the room. “Oh.. *giggles* “Sorry about that… ummmm all the talk about cum just.. got my little pussy all excited!” She laughs again and then after the initial “release” wears off she blushes and looks down at her lap saying “I’m so sorry.. I.. please continue.” “This…” President Goodwin steps forward speaking “This is the hard truth behind this terrible disease. While I haven’t known Jennifer for as long as the rest of you.. to see a bright, professional, dedicated woman have bouts of uncontrolled sexual outbursts followed by the shame of her body’s response.. well… it’s just awful.” She looks down at Jennifer for effect “There is nothing to be ashamed of.” “Thank you Madam President.” Jennifer says with a slight smile. The President steps to the podium and begins to speak about the “b” strain when she looks at the tablet to see that an update has been added to the “a” strain. She reads it and then rolls her eyes before steadying herself. “Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a last minute update to the report on the “a” strain that … Well, I’ll read it word for word, remember that these are *NOT* my words.” Marylyn’s face is pink with embarrassment as she begins reading: “With regard to the rubbing of semen onto the skin, we are sorry to announce that while we thought rubbing it directly into the skin worked, it is actually only effective when rubbed into breast tissues. The study group of women that reported this finding were sadly far enough along in the viral progression that they only thought to rub it on their breasts for further stimulation.” Jaws dropped in the room, well except for Jennifer who had pulled her blouse away from her recently fuller breasts and giggled thinking about rubbing her nipples with fresh cum. An aide in the back of the room started crying as she received her diagnosis just this morning and now she will one day become addicted to semen. “Any questions?” Allison says stepping back to the microphone with a glance from Marylyn. They have an unspoken rule that the President shouldn’t speak about the “Bimbo strain” anymore than she has to in public. Allison told her months ago that it is “beneath her office.” For the leader of the free world to talk about semen and anal sex… “Yes, there was a study out of Europe that mentioned any type of anal stimulation would at least alleviate some of the symptoms of the virus. Any truth to that?” The male report from CNN asks. “Partly.. While anal stimulation will offset the loss of focus that the virus causes in infected women, that very stimulation obviously leads to more sexual frustration and an eventual breakthrough.” Allison explains before giving the President the podium for her portion of the update. Marylyn calls on the next reporter. It’s Debra Epperson, her demeanor has completely changed since she was stricken with the “b” virus and looks more like a scared tween than a grown woman with her hand slightly raised and looking at her Hello Kitty notepad, clearly a result of wanting more “childish” or “pretty” things. Even her outfit looks like it was put together by a little girl instead of a professional. White pleated skirt, pink sweater with a sequined cartoon sunflower and her hair in a high ponytail. “Oh! Me.. ummm..” she stands up like a schoolgirl getting called on in class.. “When you say breakthrough, like what exactly does that m..mean.?” Debra Epperson meekly stammers out almost too scared to speak; nervously twisting back and forth eyes down towards the floor… Marylyn mentally rolls her eyes at the question but reminds herself that Debra can’t help but ask repetitive questions due to her condition. “A breakthrough is best described as when a “b” virus victim for instance, is for the most part, able to function normally, but as the hours move by the virus causes a childlike episode that even a “big girl” like you can’t help.” “Like when I.. uh.. I mean if a girl wets her bed and her husband makes her wear diapers?” She says telling on herself. “That’s right! The girl you are talking about can’t help it can she? But then she’s right back to being a big girl in panties in no time right?” Allison winces at the comment from her boss. Marylyn didn’t notice but poor Debra’s pleated skirt is a little more puffed out than normal, a sure sign of a diapered bottom beneath. Debra sniffles a few times and then wipes her tears shaking her head “N.. no… I … he… I wet my panties yesterday at work and he… he took all my big girl panties away.. even my training panties are g..gone.” She starts crying again and a male member of the White House staff walks over and takes her hand leading her out of the room to calm down. “I’m so sorry dear.” Marylyn says to the smaller woman exiting the room. Marylyn studies the crowd to recompose herself… she adjusts her blazer and then smooths her pencil skirt.. something she takes pride in. Her skirts… All of the stores and fashion magazines are pushing pleated these days. Something to help a “b” victim hide their childish underwear or an “a” hide their ever increasing curves. Marylyn so far shows no sign of any infection, and of course EVERYONE is watching for a sign. The men (and women) all look at the females in the room wandering who is infected, which strain do they have? Most of the females are at a point that they can’t hide it anymore. Former busty beauties reduced down to 5’ tall petite girls that could pass as their husband’s diapered child or on the other hand a cross country runner that now gives Jessica Rabbit a run for her money on sexual energy and dimensions. But not Marylyn… she’s standing at the podium in a maroon skirt suit, black button up shirt, black nylons, and maroon shoes. Her black hair is worn down in a stylish curl… Does she have curves? Certainly! She’s always been a shapely woman but she’s the same now as before so it must not be “a” strain, her lack of bright colors or thick underwear means no “b” strain: Somehow she’s avoided the virus altogether. “I’m sorry for that, I wanted to give everyone time to recover from poor Debra’s dilemma. Let’s move on to the “b” virus since we’re already on that subject.” The monitor changes to another graphic but with details about IVXb. “As you can see there are not many changes in this strain. Young women having their adulthood slowly stripped away both mentally and physically. Our research scientist have not been able to find a single thing that changes the progression, cures it, or even slows it down. The reality is that the best we can do is support our “Littles” throughout the transition. I’ve asked retailers and designers to help find dignified and practical clothing and protective garments that will be more appealing to these victims and their caretakers. The last thing they need is to have their sweet disposition ruined by feelings of sadness.” “What kinds of clothing?” A reporter asks “For starters Brightly colored dresses, cute skirts. Clothing that fits their physical body but also their mental state. We’ve even found snap shortalls in cute colors! Not only will all of these items help with their mental state, caregivers will find it easier to help with potty training or changes; whichever their little patient needs.” “We’ve seen that some caregivers are confused on when to remove body hair, would you suggest they let nature take its course or should women go ahead and have themselves waxed?” “What a forward question Jason…” Marylyn says ryely.. “that isn’t something we will address here, we all know these girls find themselves prepubescent in look eventually, that’s a decision for these women to make.” “What other plans do you hope to see come to fruition?” “Yes, protective garments such as adult sized training panties, pull-ups and more colorful diapers are also being made available. With smaller busts in these victims we have also worked with girl’s fashion designers for everyday where, from jumpers to tshirts, footed pjs to training bras.” Allison is watching the audience and getting a little bored with this discussion.. she starts moving her hips ever so slightly to the music she hears in her head and gives a little smile. Noticing a stop in the conversation she makes eye contact with the President to move her along. “The last update we have today is that there has been a medical accident during vaccine trials that has morphed into what we are now referring to as “IVXc”. “ The room has an audible pause and then small murmurs breakout all over the room. “Madam President, what exactly happened?” “European and US scientist were working with live samples of both strains and thought that they had found a way to use the viruses to cancel one another out. The childlike manner of the “b” small breasts, more innocent behavior, could counteract the breast growth and promiscuity of “a” or vice versus.” She pauses for effect.. “Instead they mutated and created a new strain that combines the majority of “a” with some side effects of “b”.” “So bedwetting nymphomaniacs?” Jason asks “No Jason… think more of dotting mother but with the sexual energy of a teenage boy. In 4 Subjects they even began lactating.” “Oh.. man.. that’s uh…” “Yes, it’s unfortunate. The only silver lining to this is that the “c” strain victim makes an excellent caretaker to “b” victims. Their need to take care of a helpless girl gives them purpose while they can still live a mostly normal life.” “Mrs Perkins?” A Secret Service agent says tapping the spokeswoman on the shoulder. “Huh?” She says looking at the large African American man. But she doesn’t need to be told, her momentary loss of focus turned into a steady dribble of pee easily pouring through her training panties and puddling on the floor beneath her answering the question of if and which strain she has. “Oh!” She says trying to squeeze the flow to no avail. Her bladder only stops because it is empty about 30 seconds later. She looks down at her feet and then to the President… “I’m… sorry…” she whimpers.. too professional to run in shame she just stands next to the podium in her wet panties waiting for closing remarks. As shocking as it might seem to have the press secretary for the US President wet her panties on live TV, it didn’t cause much more than a passing glance to the audience. This type of “accident” was becoming commonplace with so many women infected with the “b” strain. In most cases the only “embarrassing” moment came from another woman chastising the panty wetter for not wearing protection. Just a week ago the young redhead ABC correspondent was brought to task after wetting her pants and ruining a chair in this very room. Now she’s on the back row, smart business slacks replaced by the normal pleated skirt hiding a diaper underneath. Marylyn smiles to the crowd and then closes with strong words of encouragement to the public to keep an eye out for their fellow man (or woman) and we will all get through this together. “Which version of the Virus do you have Madam President? “a” or “b”?” The redhead calls out as the President starts to walk out. She grips the podium in frustration. “Neither.” She says flatly. “So you have been able to avoid being a baby or a bimbo then.” Asks Jeff from The NY Times. “A baby?” She scowls.. “How dare you refer to the women in this very room struck by this virus as such a helpless term.” She waves her hand towards Allison and then to two other “b” virus sufferers in the room. “These women are strong and independent. Hardly “babies”.” She grips the podium again and her voice strains “And as for “Bimbo”…. Well, that is udderly ridiculous.” She looks at her watch and then turns quickly leaving the room…. “B… but I don’t need any help?” An embarrassed Allison says as Phyllis, one of the staff maids causally brushes the soggy bottomed girl’s hands away like you would a protesting toddler. “Well honey it looks like you’ve had an accident and we need to get you out of these wet clothes.” She says setting Allison’s jacket on a bench and then reaches down and slips Allison’s high heels off of her feet returning the once 5’7” woman standing in her soggy pantyhose to her new height. Ever since she contracted the virus she’s been working very hard to hide the physical changes to her body. Higher and higher heels to keep her appearing to be the same height when in reality today’s heels had a platform and she still only came to 5’5”. “I don’t think those heels are going to cut it anymore honey.” Phyllis says as she slips Allison’s skirt off her thinning hips setting aside and looking at the 4’11” woman. “Even your feet are getting smaller and I don’t think they make those heels in children’s shoe sizes.” Allison feels tears well up in her eyes. Phyllis sees them and then reaches into her pocket and produces a pacifier which she quickly pops into the small woman’s mouth. “Now let’s get you finished up.” She slides the wet stockings off of her legs and drops them in the wastebasket followed by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the next portion of her “disguise”; a padded bra with silicone inserts. She sets the shirt aside and then unclasps the bra causing the embarrassed girl to start sucking on her pací much faster. “Don’t be shy baby, look at this cute training bra you have!” Allison looks down at the thin cotton material and smiles around her paci. “Look! It’s My Little Pony just like Pací!” Phyllis says tickling the girl’s tummy. “Now let’s get all of this makeup off ok?” Allison nods and follows the older woman into the bathroom wearing nothing but wet training panties and a matching fabric training bra. Phyllis removes all of Allison’s makeup revealing her new freckled cheeks and puts her hair into two pigtails. Allison giggles as she bounces her head watching them bob back and forth. “Oh oh!” Phyllis says seeing a fresh trickle of pee dripping from the sodden crotch of her little friend’s training panties. Allison looks down and gasps.. she didn’t even feel it this time.. her paci falls from her mouth as she starts crying.. “Now now, it’s ok baby. Come on, let’s get you finished up.” She leads Allison back to the bench and has her lay back before slipping her pací back in her mouth. She slips her wet panties off and then pulls out a few wipes from Allison’s “purse” which everyone “in-house” knows is basically her diaper bag. The occasional “spurt” becoming more and more of a regular wetting. While Allison was hesitant to pack actual diapers (she kept leaking through her pull-ups) Marylyn finally told her she had to but made sure to have a male Secret Service Agent order them online and bring them to the office to help her keep up appearances. It helped that the online sellers had more colorful styles for Allison’s newfound fashion color palette. Allison assumed the position of spreading her legs wide for Phyllis to wipe her bare sex clean; her pubic hair long gone. Phyllis wipes her clean, puts some lotion on her delicate skin, powders her and gets her diaper in place in no time. The small girl sits up and looks to see what kind of diaper she was put in. She smiles seeing that it matches her training bra and paci! “You goth me tha My Liwwle Powny oneths!” She squeals around her pací. “That’s right! I knew you’d love them.” Phyllis pulls her to her feet, gives her a hug and a kiss on her forehead and tells her that she needs to be a big girl and get back to work. “Try to keep them dry baby.” “I will!” Allison says walking away looking down at her new diaper admiring the pretty print… As she nears the back entrance to her office area she suddenly feels her head clear and she gasps dropping her pacifier to the carpeted floor. The worst part of the “b” virus is the part where in a rarer and rarer moment of clarity the infected realizes how childish they look and act.. Allison gets a little choked up with the knowledge that she’s 1 - Diapered. 2 - Wearing nothing but underwear in a public place. 3 - Her change of clothes are in the Oval Office. She’s going to have to pass through the outer office area to get there and EVERYONE is going to see her looking like this! “Don’t cry you dumb baby…” she mutters under her breath stifling her tears… “What was that?” She hears behind (and above) her. “Huh? Oh uh April.. uh nothing.” The embarrassed woman says starting to walk off as confident as a 4’11” flat chested woman in a diaper can.. “Hey little girl.” April (her office nemesis smirks) “you dropped this.” She says bending over in her pencil skirt and picking up the dropped paci, she looks up at Allison lingering just long enough for her “adult” cleavage to tease the now flat Allison. “You know better than to leave your things laying around, that’s just as bad a littering.” She starts to stick the paci in the smaller woman’s mouth but Allison grabs it instead. “Hey!” Allison says as April laughs and doesn’t let go of the item. “Let it go!” “Manners!” April says sternly. “…” April pulls the pack towards her bringing Allison closer “What…Do…You…Say?” She growls “P.. please can I have it?” “Have what?” “The pací please.” “You mean *your* pací right?” “Yes.” “Then say it right Allie.” (She knows she hates that) “Please may I have *my* pací?” “Of course!” April says letting it go, “I just didn’t want you to lose it.” She turns and walks away smiling at another chance to humiliate her rival. Allison frowns realizing that she must have dribbled a little during the confrontation. A quick touch of the padding between her legs confirms a warm pool of pee has quickly been absorbed by the garment. “Dumb bitch.” She says as she hurries through the rows of desks to reach the outer doors of the Oval Office. Allison stands outside the doors and looks at the large clock in the hallway… she knows that President Goodwin doesn’t want to be disturbed right after public speaking but this isn’t a normal situation… Standing in nothing but a diaper and training bra has the humiliated girl almost to tears… She considers her options and then the pressure of having an “audience” behind her gets the best of her. She slowly turns the handle to the door and slips between the slight opening of the door, her diapered butt crinkling as the additional bulk rubs the doorway… Slowly walking towards the office itself she starts noticing a few items out of place. For one, she sees Marylyn’s coat is on a chair and not hanging up. She also notices that a second chair is overturned just before the inner office. Second. The inner doorway is cracked open, something that should never be done. Safety and privacy concerns… She approaches the door and hears a lot of activity on the other side of the door. Peeking through the door she sees the third out of place item. A Whig? It’s a black whig laying next to a maroon garment. She slowly pushes the door open and starts looking around to see where the noise is coming from. She sees a black shirt balled up on the couch. “Lol.. hurry up!” Someone says with a laugh from the other side of the door giving Allison enough of a scare to feel her diapers warming again. She stifles a gasp… and the stands perfectly still for a moment. After a few seconds she realizes that no one has noticed her and she starts sliding through the doorway to investigate further… She sees a beige bodysuit looking garment laying before her while the people in the room are just out of sight to her right. She breathes heavily as she turns and sees the source of the commotion in the room…. In front of her she sees the lewdest of displays right in the President’s office! A platinum blonde is on her knees wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh highs and maroon heels. I’m each of her hands is the erect penis of a secret service agent and as her head bobs up and down on the cock of a third! Allison can’t control her feelings at seeing this display and she pushes the door open and with all the confidence of a flat chested girl in a diaper can muster chastises the group.. “How… how dare you!” She starts “THIS is the PRESIDENT of the United States’ office! Who do you think you are?” She looks at the blonde “stop ignoring me and t.. take that.. penis… out of your mouth!” The blonde continues working the penis in her mouth as the man starts to reach climax… as soon as she feels the first spray she leans her face back letting the next three spurts land on her chest between her cartoonish sized tits.. she looks up and the agent and smiles “Thank you for your cum!” And then she giggles. “I.. I said stop..” Allison starts to speak again but then stops herself in shock as the two other men start cumming as well. Thick loads landing on the large breasts offered up by the kneeling woman. The woman giggles again and then starts rubbing the semen all over her breasts and pinching her nipples. Just then the President’s secret service detail commander steps behind the squatted woman and grabs her by her arms snatching her to her feet. “That’s right! Take her into custody!” Allison squeals. The woman giggles and moans looking back at the large African American agent.. He pushes her over the side of the desk and pulls out a pair of cuffs pinning the woman down. Allison gasps as she sees a thin trail of grool slowly drip from the woman’s sex towards the floor.. she also can’t help but worry about all of the cum that’s getting in her boss’ desk and paperwork… The woman arches her back pushing her plump ass against the crotch of the large agent.. “Hurry up!” She moans.. “You want this?” He says gripping the half naked woman’s ass and then giving it a slap. Allison covers her mouth at the way he’s treating this criminal but she also thinks about how a bad girl *does* get spanked so it serves her right… she slips her paci in her mouth glad *she* isn’t the naughty girl getting a spanking… As Allison starts slipping into the virus’ clutch again the woman starts talking dirty to the Agent about how much she wants his fat black cock… He reaches between her cheeks and roughly snatches out a large butt plug, turns it off (it was vibrating) and snatching the woman’s head around by her hair shoved it between her lips! He pulls out his erect 12” cock and then lining up he shoves it in her dripping slit.. the woman moans and starts protesting around the buttplug in her mouth.. Allison sucks her paci harder as the woman finally turns her face towards Allison and she sees that this busty vixen is none other than President Goodwin! Before Allison has a chance to get her thoughts together at this revelation Marylyn spits the plug out of her mouth and turns around saying “Not there! Not there!!! Put it in my ass!!! Fuck my slutty ass!” “Ma’am! N.. no!” Allison says approaching the scene. “You.. you stop that!! Now!” Allison says slapping the arm of the large man. “Little girl back up.” Marylyn says scowling at her press secretary.. “I’m not.. he’s raping you?” “God.. he isn’t raping me you silly little baby.” Marylyn says as he pulls out of her and then she moans with glee when he shoves his member into her ass beginning to long stroke the woman’s asshole.. “He’s… Fucking… my…. Ass… mmm… gawd…..yes…. Yes….. YES!!!!… Fuck!!… Fuck.. Me.. Daddy…Fuck…” she shouts between thrusts until she loses focus on speaking and just starts moaning dropping her head onto the desk while her ass is slapped and he pumps her asshole for all she is worth… “No! Pwease! You can’t…” Allison can’t piece her thoughts together.. “Oof!” She suddenly feels pressure somewhere besides her bladder… “oh!” She grabs her belly… “I gotta…” she grabs the face of Marylyn and turns her to face her.. “I gotta go bad!” She whines.. “Well go! Can’t you see I’m busy?” Allison starts tearing up… “I can’t undo dees.” She says clutching at her diaper.. she fumbles with the wet diaper but her infantile state has her fiddling with the tapes to no avail.. “Help!” She says pleading with her boss.. “Shut up little baby! How’s he supposed to dump his cum in my ass with a baby whining in the room? *God*… Just use your diaper.” Allison looks at the man thrusting himself into Marylyn and another spasm hits her bowels.. “Go on baby. Show us what a good baby you can be?” He says between thrusts. Allison squeaks as she feels her anus release and she fills her diaper in the middle of the oval office surrounded by people that used to respect her.. and she used to respect… “Good job baby.. now this Slut needs her ass filled. So shut up and someone will change you soon.” One of the agents says stepping over to Marylyn’s face slipping he semi erected member in her mouth. “Oh goody!” She says happily sucking his cock back to full erection. Allison slowly moves away from the desk tears rolling down her cheeks as she watches her mentor, her boss, THE President happily getting ass-fucked over her desk while giving head… Moments later Marylyn has an orgasm as the agent shoots load after load into her ass…. She quickly drops down to her knees in front of the other agent just in time to catch his second eruption of cum onto her breasts… Allison sinks to her knees and starts crawling over to Marylyn while she rubs the fresh cum onto her breasts. She looks over at the crying girl in her sagging diaper and feels sorry for her. While she gets all the cock she could want, this little girl is stuck being a baby… and diaper wearing baby… and little babies need a Mommy… and Mommy’s take care of their babies.. (her sex starts dripping on the floor beneath her) and Mommy’s *feed* their sweet….little….girl…. Marylyn’s fingers get wet as her breasts start letting down sweet milk for her little girl.. Allison sees the milk and drops her pací to the floor… “Come here Allie.. Mommy has milky for her baby.” Marylyn coos. 1 week later… Anchor 1 (female) “As Vice President Jones takes over as President we are left with the news that President Goodwin, in an effort to be vaccinated against both strains found herself with the “Mommy” strain. She had been hiding the effects of the virus for months wearing whigs, shape-wear to hide her expanded figure, and apparently getting regular semen treatments from a group of men in the Oval Office. She has retired from public life and is now focused on taking care of her former Press Secretary Allie.” Anchor 2 (male) “Let’s check in with these two brave women.” The camera cuts to scenes of a buxom blonde in fifties looking clothing playing with a much smaller woman in pink gingham overalls (obviously diapered) in a park, walking on the beach, her string bikini straining to contain Marylyn’s curves while Allie is wearing only a swim diaper. And finally cuts to a live feed of both women sitting on a couch. “Hiya!” Marylyn giggles with a wave. “Hello Madam President.” “Oh just call me Marylyn.. or Mommy. I’m pretty used to that one.” She smiles. “Ok Marylyn.. uh.” “Or Kitten! I like that one too!” She giggles.. “Yes ma’am.. um.. We just wanted to check in with you since you came forward about having the “c” strain of the virus. How have you been?” “Oh! Well I’d say I’m great! I mean, I have a sweet little girl, I have nice clothes.. and these titties are pretty fantastic too right?” She says leaning forward showing her cleavage… “Oh! Uh.. yes ma’am.. you look great.” He clears his throat “Allie? How are you doing these days?” Allison blushes becoming suddenly shy like a toddler would at being addressed by an adult. “It’s ok baby, talk to the nice man.” Marylyn says tickling Allison’s tummy through her dress. “Hi….” She whispers. “Hi! So tell us how you are doing. How have you handled life with the “b” virus?” “It.. it’s ok I guess… “ she looks around and then Marylyn whispers in her ear and she smiles.. “Well what is making you smile Allison?” “Mommy says that if I keep my diaper dry today she will let me try training panties tomorrow!” She beams.. “Oh that’s.. uh… nice?” “And how about you Marylyn?” “Oh my panties are *never* dry honey. When you have *this* body.. let me tell you, my pussy is ALWAYS soaked!” The camera switches back to the anchor that is just speechless.. “uh.. I meant how has life treated you since you left public life..” “Oh! I’m so dumb sometimes.. I guess I shouldn’t have told you about how wet my slit stays. Ummmmm.. mmmm.. Well things are good. I still get semen treatments and I make enough milk to feed my baby and donate to the woman’s center for those women that can’t produce milk. I get to travel and meet men.. or I mean, people. So it’s like a vacation everyday!” “Great! We’re glad to hear you are both doing so well. Madam President, you mentioned getting regular semen treatments, have they worked to slow the virus?” “Well look at this body honey! I don’t think the virus is very slow with these mommy milkers.” She giggles heaving her breasts at the camera again. “But the treatments sure are fun!” The anchor shifts in his seat.. “So… How do you take the treatments?” The female anchor adds “Yes, you said they were fun?” “They are! I take them in my ass! I meet a nice guy, bring him back here and then he puts his cock in my ass and…. Mmmmm… it’s fun!” She giggles again and then stares the camera smiling as if this was the most natural thing to talk about on live news…. The camera switches to the two anchors who are speechless and then cuts to comercial for a new “Big Girl Diaper”… The End

Part 10 Women’s Drama Tuesday morning started a little slower. Sue didn’t have any immediate plans at work and Mikey, well… So about 8 Sue finally awoke Mikey after realizing the sheets were going to need replaced. Even though Sue had changed his pull-up around 2am, it seems as he enjoyed his morning breakfast his pull-up was overwhelmed. Sue thought to herself “looks like someone is going to need something a little thicker, and fortunately just in time we are almost out of pull-ups” Mikey was upset when he realized “Mommy my pants I’m trying” Sue quickly interrupted him holding his pacifier out in front of his mouth causing him to open his mouth and lean towards it involuntarily, soon it found the comfy place in his mouth as it slowly started bobbing. “Oh sweetie don’t worry mommy will take care of it and you are my big boy” pulling him into a hug with a kiss on the forehead. Soon she had clothes laying out complete with a pull-up as he slowly rolled from the bed. Reaching down to feel his overfilled pull-up giving it a small squeeze he wiggled in its comforting hug. He flopped down onto the awaiting diaper mat as if it had been well rehearsed and waited watching mommy finish getting his things together. Soon enough he was shuffled down the stairs dressed and ready for work, as Jason knocked on the door twice and proceeded to open it to let himself in. Mikey wanted to turn back up the stairs but Sue was right behind him and held his shoulder saying “morning J we’re just getting moving and we’ll be outa your way in no time” Jason replied “morning… what’s been going on Mike?” Mike with a bit of deer in headlights look and with his binky still bobbing in his mouth just replied “mnmm hi J” Jason not one to get too excited just answered with “yep I’ll get right to it then… C-you later” and headed downstairs to the basement. Sue feeling his anxiety added “see everything is fine hunny…you better get moving to work…I packed you a back pack today for uh.. just in case” and she rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps grabbing the backpack off the kitchen table then his lunchbox out of the fridge. “Here you go sweetie maybe give this to Tina so it gets all put away and in the fridge at work… can you be my big boy and do that?” Mikey shyly shook his head yes as she kissed his forehead “ok have a super good day at work and mommy will stop by at some point to meet your new friend Tina…and baby please remember to text me when you get to work … I love you baby” “Love you to mommy” and turned back to get one last hug. Soon Mikey was walking quickly towards the warehouse ready to see Tina. He gave his pull-up a quick rub ensuring it was still dry thinking “see I could hold it like a big boy” but still hadn’t realized that his binky was bobbing in his mouth as he turned the corner to see the large woman. Hi Nina he half shouted through his nuky, holding out his back pack and lunchbox as he walked towards her “mommy said give this to you” Tina smiled as he held the things in front of him for several steps as he approached. Finally saying “good morning cutie… did she now?… and what surprises do you got for me?” “Mmm uh my lunchbox and a backpack for… just in case” “Oh for… just in case? Well let’s see” she held it out in front of her and unzipped it open to see a ziplock bag of wipes, a small baby powder and a extra pull-up, while he continued to hold his lunch out. Finally she took the lunch and asked “cutie do you wanta put that in here for later” as she reached up and gave a slight tug on his pacifier. Mikey slowly nodded yes as blush ran up his face. He opened his mouth slightly and she continued to remove it, then put it in the backpack. “Ok Mikey I’ll be right back” Mikey didn’t want to stand there alone and asked “can I come too?” And started off behind her “of coarse silly” she replied Mikey tried to keep up while talking as she strolled through the warehouse. “My Mommy is coming to meet you today” “That’s what I hear” “She is super cited” “Really?” “I told her you were super nice” “uh hu” “Oh and really big” “Oh am I now?” “Uh well” “Maybe you are just really small” “Ooh um… maybe” Mikey started slowing down “Oh cutie come on I’m kidding” She held out her hand giving a quick come along motion. Mikey jogged a few steps to accept her hand and then she slowed her pace allowing him to keep up, as he was guided along. “Did you text your mommy to tell her you got here ok?” Tina recalling the day before and his brief phone conversation. “oh I forgot” “Ok when we get to the fridge we can text her ok?” As Mikey texted his mommy he felt a twinge of pressure in his bladder he again thought about holding it but remembered how nice and warm it felt, so for a reward for being such a big boy so far this morning, he relaxed and felt a warm stream fill the front of his pull-up, and without thinking he gave it a quick rub, a squeeze, while he wiggled a bit. Tina noticed but figured she would check him in a bit. The morning pretty much continued in a similar fashion, Tina had already prepared the day’s orders, so there wasn’t a lot needed done. Mikey chased Tina around “helping her” and soon they were playing “pick up trash game” as Tina held a large black trash bag while Mikey ran around picking up trash left about.(presumably for years) Occasionally Mikey would feel a little pressure in his bladder and reward himself with a small warming steam. A little before lunchtime Mikey got a text… Sue’s morning After kissing Mikey goodbye. Sue threw the sheets in the washer and had gone over a few things with Jason before leaving the house. She had figured she should at least show her face at the office. Decided on another long, pretty dress complete with a little lipstick and comfortable matching shoes. Soon she strolled into her desk and set up her laptop. Problem was she really didn’t have much to do. So as uncomfortable as it was, the right thing to do was to check on Rachel and help out, or direct with any clients proposals. Rachel was in the middle of a conversation with Rick as Sue approached from behind them and Sue overheard the middle of the conversation. “Yes Sir I think it would be much better to present it, like this, I’m not sure where she was going with that idea” “Yes I agree let’s run with it” “Do you want me to check with her about it” “No it’s a great idea” Rachel with a quick nod and satisfied smile said, “ok I’m on it” Sue interrupted “Check with who? about what?” “Oh good morning Sue” as Rick turned to see Sue, and once again catching his eye. “Yes Good Morning…so what are we talking about?” Rachel looked a little awkward and stood quietly in her sharp business attire. “Oh nothing to worry about… everything is under control” as he quickly turned and faced Rachel. “Well if it’s one of my accounts I would love to be kept in the loop and maybe add some insight” “Oh ya um it’s just another account” as Rick tried to look at Sue without feeling flustered. Sue felt lied to, and Rachel just smiled like a cat that just caught mouse. “Well let me know if I can be any help” “Thanks hun we’ll let you know” Sue’s mouth fell open as they walked away..“ did he just call me HUN … what the fuck was that? … fucking HUN… I’ll give you Fucking HUN” is all she could think but said nothing, and slowly retreated to her office. An hour later as she felt pressure growing in her breasts, and doing, very little of absolutely nothing, Sue quietly said to herself “well maybe Mikey would like a little lunch and I get to meet Tina” She Packed up her stuff and headed towards the furniture supply, picked up a couple slices of pizza on the way and as she pulled up next to Mikey’s car she sent him a text…. Sue: Hi sweetie mommy brought you some lunch, we can eat in the car. Mikey: Hi mommy but how bout Tina? Sue: well mommy can meet her right after lunch ok? Mikey: oh uh ok Sue: I’m right outside in the parking lot Mikey felt bad about leaving Tina alone during lunch but was happy to see mommy and said “I’m sorry Tina I have to go meet mommy for lunch… but I’ll be right back with my mommy sos you can meet her” Tina smiled, happy to have a bit of break said “Oh cutie don’t worry I will be fine by myself…remember I’m really big… but go to the potty and wash you hands with soap for me please before lunch.” Emphasizing the words “soap” and “ before” Mikey nodded and scurried towards the bathroom. He washed his hands and looked at the urinal thinking he was a big boy and could put tinkles in it but then he rubbed his pull-up and feeling its warm embrace decided he didn’t need to go. Drying his hands on his shirt and hurried his way towards the parking lot. Sue was already in the back seat as Mikey found her car. And soon she snuggled him in “would my Mikey like some boobie before lunch” as she squeezed his pull-up through his jeans “oh your a bit soggy baby let’s get cleaned up first” She climbed out of the car and directed him to lay across the back seat with his feet hanging out the side door as she quickly changed his pull-up. “ it’s a good thing I brought an extra pull-up”… then a bit later “almost done pumpkin” as she thought of how nice it will be when she won’t need to remove his pants when changing his diaper. Pulling his pants back up she snuggled back in unfolded her dress allowing easy access to her breast and cradled him against her. Soon he had finished both boobs and she lifted him towards her shoulder giving him a gentle pat on the back producing a load burp, and milk stream down his chin. Sue laughed “wow sweetie that was a big one and gently wiped his face with a dry cloth. Feeling full Mikey soon responded “mommy you wanta go meet Tina?” “After lunch mommy brought you a piece of pizza” and unwrapped a tinfoil plate laying it on his lap. “Oh thanks mommy “ Picking up the pizza and continuing to eat it, as sauce and cheese were spread across his cheeks. About half way through his slice, Mikey held his tummy and said “full mommy” “Ok baby let’s go meet Tina” as she once again wiped his face. Mikey filled with Excitement “Oh mommy let’s go mommy “ And on the way, he continued “We played the trash game today “ “ and I helped with the packages” Dragging Sue towards Tina Finally Tina was still sitting waiting for lunch to end as Sue and Mikey rounded the corner “Tina,Tina mommy’s here Tina” Sue finally being allowed to stop in front of Tina as she sat sipping her water. “You must be Tina” she said with a smirk “Oh how did you guess? And I assume you’re Mommy” They both laughed “Ya most people call me Sue” As they politely shook hands “you got quite a little cutie here” “ya he’s something, thank you so very much for being so good about this and Mikey just seems to really like you” “Oh does he? Well he definitely loves his mommy don’t you cutie” Mikey blushed as he nodded The girls sat together and chatted for a bit as Mikey lost interest and started to wiggle about as pressure mounted against his bladder again soon he relaxed and filled the front of his fresh pull-up a bit” the girls didn’t notice and continued to chat. Soon they were saying goodbyes and as Tina finally stood up saying “Ok looks like lunch is over” Sue was surprised at how big Tina was saying “wow he said you were big “ “ oh did he..(as she looked his direction and raised her voice) I think he’s just small “ “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend” “oh no worries I’m totally comfortable with it, and I’m totally used to it” “ Ok well I’ll see you soon thanks again… I mean it Thanks” Sue kissed her Mikey on the head “You be a good boy for Tina” “Yeah mommy” Sue turned and waved again on her way out. Sue stopped up at Tracy’s office “Hey Tracy…wow she’s really great” “What’s going on Sue,… ya she’s great…. And much better at filling orders than Mikey ever could muster….I mean soo very much better” “Mikey really likes her… wow is she tall … really something” “Oh ya it looks like they get along…Hopefully she can change a diaper… I know I have changed enough in my life” Sue detected a bit of attitude from Tracy, and had to ask “Trace everything cool? you seem a bit upset” “Ya I’m cool, I have had a busy day so far and I got another sales meeting soon… I’m sorry for being short, I’m really happy everything is working out” “Ok well I’ll let you know how the car thing goes this afternoon, I’m a little nervous… I’ve never done anything like this before, and Tracy thanks again so much I couldn’t have done this without you.” Tracy smiled and said “you’re welcome I’m so glad it’s working out too and, don’t worry it’s super easy just put the tube all the way in till you feel the bottom of the tank, then leave a loop as low as you can outside the car, when you see the gas fill the loop quit sucking and put the tube in the gas can, remove the loop and watch as the gas just goes right in” Sue looks uncertain and says sarcastically “Ya super easy… I don’t even want to know how you know this shit” Tracy laughs “well all I can say, if you suck the tube to long you’ll get gas in your mouth and it doesn’t taste good” Sue rolled her eyes as she left picking up a long tube and a gas can in the warehouse and went out to Mikey’s car. Mikey and Tina were once again cleaning up around the warehouse. Tina started organizing boxes along the selves and gave Mikey the job of squishing the old empty boxes which sat around the shelves. Soon Mikey was jumping up and landing on the empty box with both feet giggling and making boom noises. Mikey found an old utility knife in his hopping around and remembered it was his, and curiously pushed the blade out then retracted it before putting it in his pocket. A few minutes later Tina said “ok Mikey we’ll get this shrink wrapping off this pallet and stack these boxes on the shelf.” Mikey jumped at the opportunity to show Tina how much help he could be a said ”Tina I’ll get it” and reached into his pocket for the utility knife. Unfortunately he didn’t realize the blade was still partially exposed and as he reached for it the blade stuck him on his thumb. His face jumped to the look of shock as if he was just stung by a bee. He quickly removed his hand from his pocket and shook it in the air before sticking his thumb deep into his mouth. With a “owwy oh owwy”as his face turned red and tears started filling his bottom eye lids. Tina reacted quickly “oh cutie are you ok what happened” Mikey continued to cry unable to answer “Oh let me see” as she retrieved his thumb from his mouth, a small stream of blood rolled down his thumb as she held it up causing Mikey to cry harder and louder. “Oh you’re okay cutie” as she wiped the blood away, Tina kneeling in front of him as another bubble of blood formed on his thumb. “Ok let’s go get a band-aid.. you’ll be as good as new” she stood up releasing his hand and Mikey pushed his thumb back in mouth. “No, no Mikey yucky thumb” he cried loader as she removed his thumb. Mikey completely let his bladder relax as tears poured down his face as he continued to empty in his pants. Tina led him by hand towards the offices hoping to find a first aid kit Mikey pushed his other thumb into his mouth and his pull-up became overwhelmed, leaking down his legs. Tina looked back hearing his cries become muffled seeing his other thumb back in his mouth and decided first to head towards his backpack. She got to the backpack dug out his pacifier and held it up towards his mouth. Mikey felt the bulb against his cheek and she tugged his wrist, he exchanged his thumb for the binky. Tina noticed the condition of his pants and quietly said under her breath “oh brother” she swung his back pack over her shoulder and began to lead him looking for a first aid kit. She finally found the kit mounted on the wall in the hallway that led back towards the sales offices. Soon she was once again kneeling in front of him as she cleaned the small wound and wrapped a band-aid around the tip of his thumb. Tina rubbed his head and kissed his thumb saying “see all better” Mikey finally cleared his eyes and looked at his thumb then towards Tina’s large brown eyes and snorted and sniffled as he finally quieted his crying. Tina repeated “see all better” Mikey soon felt the cold pee down his legs and his face started to curl again reaching down to feel his wet pants Tina responded quickly again “Oh cutie don’t worry we’ll get you all cleaned up in no time” but as she looked up the sales team being led by Tracy steamed from the conference room. Tracy with a evil smile looked over the situation in front of her and quickly pointed towards Mikey saying “oh look at the baby, he’s crying with his binky in his mouth…and he put pee pees in his pants… someone needs his diaper changed” covering her mouth as she pointed and laughed, soon the whole team was pointing and laughing. Tina finally stood up with an angry look, folding her arms under her breasts, this definitely quieted the laughter. But Mikey found the opportunity to run away to hide. Tracy continued to berate “oh is little pissy pants running away?… go find your mommy you big baby ” Tina quietly said “you all should be ashamed of yourself” and gave an especially evil look towards Tracy. As the group tried to keep as far away from her as they had to walk around her, down the narrow hallway. Tracy didn’t however she stood in the hallway as her employees passed, with a smirk on her face. Tina continued to glare at her and had half a mind to rip her to pieces, (not one to back down often), but controlled her temper and eventuality Tracy put out her tongue a bit making a snotty pre-teen face and said “excuse me” as she walked closely by. Tina stood in the hallway a few more seconds and took a few deep breaths saying under her breath “do I really need this shit” then another deep breath “I guess I should go find the little squirt” Finally relaxing her hands she hadn’t realized we’re cinched into fists, as she headed towards the warehouse. Fortunately it wasn’t hard finding little Mikey. The trail of pee droplets like bread crumbs in the forest, led her right to him. Tina heard him softly sobbing in the far corner of the nursery muttering to himself “I am a big boy”..”not a baby” repetitively. Tina paused and sighed thinking “Ok I got this” Seeing Mikey wrapped in a ball holding his wet knees to his face in behind the toy box. So Tina started “Oh there you are cutie… I’ve been looking everywhere” he pretended not to hear her and continued sobbing so she squatted down as low as possible and rubbed his head “ having a tough day buddy?” He slowly shook his head against his knees “ya I get that … why don’t we try to be the biggest boy we can be and we’ll get through this” Mikey slowly lifting his head saying through his binky “Tracy is so mean, like really mean and uhhh a big meanee” and put his head back down “ya she was just teasing everything will be good” Mikey continued “I’m not getting any new art job am I?… she was lying.” “I don’t know buddy…just do the best you can” Mikey started sobbing again a little harder “she’s such a meany” “Well let’s get cleaned up and everything else will work out” Tina pulled the backpack off her shoulder and unzipped it setting it on the floor, then stood up grabbed a colorful mat that folded into 3rds and spread it out in front of Mikey, soon she was digging through the cupboards for anything useful. She found a towel and blanket tossing them towards the mat. Then she opened a tall pantry style cupboard door and was happy to find a small stacked washer dryer fit neatly inside saying “wow that’s going to be useful” She made her way to the fridge and grabbed his lunchbox finding his still uneaten lunch inside pulled out the full sippy cup and headed back to beside Mikey squatting down saying “up you go” Mikey reluctantly assisting as she pulled him towards his feet. Everything felt awful his cold wet jeans stuck to his legs his socks and feet were wet and soggy as his pull-up sloshed between his legs, snot and tears held dirt to his red face as his eyes still full and blurry, as Tina directed him to the mat, saying “down you go” after he flopped into position she held up the sippy cup pointing the nipple towards his binky which still occasionally bobbled against his face. With both hands he reached for the handles as he opened his mouth. Tina took the pacifier from between his lips and set it in the backpack, as she removed the powder, wipes and a fresh pull-up saying “well at least your thumb doesn’t hurt anymore.” He gave her a small smile through his sippy-cup as the familiar, comforting, liquid rolled down his tongue. Tina held out the new pull-up and studied it for a second thinking “we will have to discuss something better than this” but said “oh these are cool cars” while she showed him the colorful pictures of cars. Mikey finally showed a little enthusiasm and slurred through his beverage “They’re race cars and um…I got to pick” shaking his head. “Well you made a great pick” Soon Tina had his shoes, jeans and very used pull-up off, and was drying his legs with the towel thinking to herself “Oh My!…well um not very developed” as she used the hand full of baby wipes around his groin. Then she easily pulled his legs and bum off the floor as she worked the pull-up in place. By this point Mikey was dozing off from the emotional day. Tina lightly tucked the blanket around him and collected his damp jeans throwing them in the dryer. saying “ok cutie take a quick nap and we’ll get these jeans dry before you go home.” As Mikey continued to slowly nurse he quietly slurred “tanks Nina” Tina sighed thinking to herself “what did I get myself into” bent back down grabbing the last of the unused baby wipes and cleaned the dirt and snots off his face before kissing his forehead.

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.

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."

I saw this one in Newport, Oregon a couple of years ago.