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(Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay. Summer vacation combined with summer laziness put me far behind my schedule. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. April) BB’s Nursery and Day Care Chapter 16 Nanny Veronica sat in the waiting room. She still had no word on Nanny Becky. There was so much blood in the Nursery. She wondered how anybody could survive that. So much was happening right now it was hard for her to focus on one thing. Will Mrs. Nelson wake up? Will Becky live? Will poor Katherine be, ok? Of course, all these questions were just floating on the surface. If she concentrated on the big question, she would be a useless ball of tears. Where is Tommy? Her special Tammi Lee. She looked up to see a very tired looking doctor enter the waiting room. She stood as he approached and tried to see by his expression if there was good news or bad news. She couldn’t wait for him to speak and blurted out “Is Becky ok? Is she going to make it?” Jerry looked at the young women. Beautiful, sad, but hopeful. Desperate for good news. Fortunately, he had good news. He took her hand and led her back to couch and sat down with her. He wanted to collapse onto the couch. It was touch and go there for a long time. Her heart stopped twice and didn’t want to start back up the second time. Clearly, she wanted to live. As long as she was willing to fight, so was he. Jerry said “She is going to be ok. The bullet missed anything vital but there were bone fragments everywhere. The worst were the slivers that ended up near her heart.” He told her near, but the reality was that they had actually stuck into the heart itself. Not all the way through but into the muscle. Removing them caused the heart to convulse and stop. Twice. Jerry said, “Most of the time we spent rebuilding her rib and her shoulder blade. She will be laid up for a few weeks, but she should make a full recovery.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was heading home but first he wanted to check on the beautiful naked girl. He was sure Doug did a great job, but he did want to check on her. For strictly professional reasons. He continued “She is in recovery and will need to spend the next 12 hours or so in ICU. This is just a standard precaution.” He stood back up and patted the Veronica on the shoulder and said, “She will be alright.” Veronica watched the doctor start to leave the waiting area and then she leaped to her feet and chased after the doctor. When she reached him, she flung herself at him and gave him a huge tight hug and whispered “Thank You! Thank You, doctor.” Jerry was a little bit surprised by the sudden hug but not too much. These were the things that helped make the long hours and the years of school worth it. He hugged her back and said, “You are very welcome my dear.” He wiped a small tear from her cheek and said “She is going to be ok, but I’m about asleep on my feet. Go share the good news!” Then he slipped from the hug and headed down the hallway. Nanny Veronica watched the doctor go and felt the wash of emotions. Happiness that Nanny Becky was alive, guilt for being so mad at her, anger at the scum that shot her. Shot while she was protecting Nanny Katherine. All while Nanny Veronica was sleeping in her bed. It should have been her. Tammi lee was her responsibility. She visibly shook herself, no time for maudlin thoughts. She needed to report back to the Head Mistress. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Senior Agent Brigger and Nanny Marge toured BB’s and discussed the security issues and what was required to bring the place back into operation. With all the upcoming appointments canceled they were able to send most of the staff home for a few days. The staff that lived on site were put up at a local hotel. Unfortunately, they had one program baby that they needed to take care of. They did not want to send her back. She was halfway through her time here and it would probably end any chance of completing the program if they stopped now. In addition, the baby was fairly vulnerable. She was not mentally regressed but her aggressive characteristics that might protect her back in a prison population were suppressed. They assigned two nannies and a security guard to the nursery and let her program continue. By the time she is ready to leave the nursery and age up to play with the older girls in the daycare the immediate crisis should be over. They stopped the tour at the Head Mistress’s office. Nanny Marge understood the plan, but it seemed unlikely to work like everyone hoped. But she figured a small hope was more than none. She unlocked the small wall safe that was kept hidden behind the large photo of BB’s front door that was taken when they reopened after Mrs. Nelson and the Head Mistress took control nearly 30 years ago. They kept the original copies of Doctor Field’s and Doctor Ren’s working notebooks. They had been left behind when the Doctors fled the scene. Senior Agent Brigger took out a small case and set to work. The trackers she was placing in the notebooks were small and were almost undetectable. They were almost completely passive and would pass the most meticulous scan. That was the good news. The bad news is they would give one pulse in exactly eight hours from set up. The pulse would be picked up by a satellite and could be pinpointed to about a square mile. They would have to send a team immediately and try to figure out where to strike enroute. Needle in a haystack meets hail mary. She slipped the notebooks into a box of documents that she was going to have Agent Gusterson go through. She would need him to catalog all the documents at BB’s and compare them to lists of data they already had. Then she and Mr. Gray were going to get him to run. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Edna slowly swam up into consciousness. She was still very sleepy, and her eyelids weighed so much. She became aware that her room was filled with people. There was a lot of crying and moaning. That woke her up a bit more. Was she dead? That would suck. What was she doing in her hospital bed if she was dead? She licked her lips. Would your mouth be dry if you were dead? She felt her bladder give and the warm sensation of pee was around her hips. She was even more sure that you don’t pee yourself when you’re dead. Edna was pretty sure was wearing a diaper. At least it felt like one. She was tired and decided it was not her problem. She croaked out “For God’s sake can’t a person get a little sleep around here.” Her throat was dry, and her words were barely a whisper. Nanny Veronica was sitting in a chair next to Mrs. Nelson’s bed. She was a side player right now. Desperate to avoid the eyes of a very distraught and pissed off Mrs. Wilder. They only met eyes once and the look she was given could have melted ice. They women in the room were not quite yelling but everyone was talking at once. The Head Mistress, Mrs. Wilder, Miss Beatrice, Mrs. Thomas, a very quiet Mr. Thomas and Nanny Katherine seemed to fill the room. Especially when you realize that Nanny Katherine somehow managed to escape her own hospital room and rolled her still attached IV along with her. Just some fluids to help with her blood loss. Nanny Veronica turned toward the bed. She could have sworn she heard a noise. Mrs. Nelsons eyes were open and looking right at her and she almost screamed. Mrs. Nelson would have laughed at the girl if she wasn’t so parched. She didn’t think you could open your eyes that wide without having them pop out. Instead, she mouthed “Water”. Nanny Veronica snatched up the water cup from the small table next to her. The nurses had been replacing the water with fresh water a couple of times each day. They knew that when Mrs. Nelson woke up, she would have a terrible case of dry mouth. It was one of the side effects of the medicines used during the surgery. She held the straw to Mrs. Nelsons lips and smiled at the look of simple joy that a cool glass of desperately needed water can bring. She drank deeply. The cool water felt heavenly. As she slowed, she made sure to fill her mouth and let the water wash away the dryness. She let the straw slip from her lips and said, “Thank you child.” Nanny Veronica dropped to her knees and hugged Mrs. Nelson. This time Nanny Veronica did let out a scream. Not an especially loud one as most of it was muffled by Mrs. Nelsons blankets. Her fragile psyche tipped into tears by the sudden relief that Mrs. Nelson had finally woken from her surgery. The room finally fell silent as they noticed the older women stroking Nanny Veronica’s hair and whispering words of comfort. Mrs. Nelson looked out into the room filled with people and said “Rose, what the hell is going on?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Nanny Clara watched as Tommy was the first person to wake up. His pretty eyes fluttered a bit and then opened. He slowly looked around the room, the confusion obvious on his face. He did a double take when he locked eyes on her. His jaw dropped in surprise. That was only to be expected as they had not seen each other since Nanny Clara was his 5th grade teacher. Tommy was surprised at his surroundings but even more shocked to see his beloved 5th grade teacher Miss Brand. He remembered her as a wonderful teacher who took a special interest in a shy lonely boy. She helped break him out of his protective shell and make friends. After the school year ended, he never saw her again. Until now. Tommy said, “Miss Brand is that really you?” “Yes, Tommy. It’s me. I’m so happy you remembered me.” Miss Brand said with a small catch in her voice. She had loved being his teacher. It was the closest she had been willing to let herself get to Janice and Tina. She knew that someday that those fucking doctors would make a move against Janice, and she would be there for them. Tommy crawled over and wrapped his arms around Miss Brand and gave her a hug and said “I have no idea what’s going on, but I am so happy to see you again. I tried to keep in touch with you after school, but you seemed to have vanished. Are you ok?” She hugged him back and marveled at his ability to worry about her even though he had no idea where they were. With a long sigh she said, “I was not expecting you to be wrapped up in this Tommy or should I call you Tammi Lee?” Tommy’s face flushed with embarrassment. Strangely enough most of it but not quite all of it was from drunk driving and crashing the car and not from his baby nightgown. He said “It is my punishment for a stupid thing I did. Please call me Tammi Lee for now. Janice and Tina will not understand if you call me by my real name.” Was that his real name? His time with Nanny Veronica had been wonderful and confusing to him. He decided not to dwell on that. He and Nanny Veronica had lots to discuss about their relationship and what each desired. He loved playing Tammi Lee for her, but he did not want to be Tammi Lee. Miss Brand said “I know why you were sent to BB’s. It was a dumb thing to do to Mrs. Nelson’s beautiful roses. Sweetie, I need you to call me Nanny Clara. I’m going to try and get you, Tina and your dad out of this but I may bitten off more than I can chew. I need to keep them thinking that I’m on their side. So, Nanny Clara to you. Understand?” Tammi Lee nodded and using her baby voice said, “Yes Nanny Clara.” “Good girl. Let’s let them think you are in baby mode.” Nanny Clara said. Then she pulled a blue butterfly shaped pacifier from her apron and popped it into Tammi Lee’s mouth. She said “Just like your nursery. Same words.” She paused and said “If I say quit being such a baby to you, I want you to start fighting for your life. You were not part of the plans they shared with me. I do not know what they will do to you.” She shivered and added “If you get dragged off by the psychopath in black leather, play baby until you are alone and then fight. Under no circumstances are you to leave this building with her. Kill her if you must. You do not want to become her baby sex toy.” Tammi Lee nodded with a grimace. She could fight and she was only one woman’s sex toy. God, she needed to stop thinking about that. The last thing she needed was a stiff clitty in front of Nanny Clara. Suddenly a memory surfaced. Her nursery. The wall in her nursery. It had never occurred to her before. She had never really known Nanny Clara’s first name. She was Miss Brand to her and always would be. There were four names at the top of the wall in her nursery. Janice Wilder, Tina Valentine, Bobbi Dennison and Clara Brand. Totally forgetting her baby roll Tammi Lee pulled out the pacifier and whispered “You were at BB’s with my dad. Your name is on the wall of my nursery.” Nanny Clara lightly bopped Tammi Lee on the nose and reinserted her pacifier. She laughed a little and said, “Now I know how you made it into Stanford.” She kissed him on the forehead and said “While I have never been back to BB’s and seen the wall of names, I have heard about it. If you keep working on your binky, I will give you a quick breakdown of what happened to me. Are you familiar with what happened to your dad and Tina?” Tammi Lee suckled her binky and nodded. She still was unsure of all the details but knew the big picture anyway. Nanny Clara nodded and pulled Tammi Lee into her lap so she could talk quietly into her ear. She was 99% sure the room was not bugged but her story was not for those doctors. She would slit her own throat before giving them information on how she was rebuilt. Nanny Clara softly whispered her tale to Tammi Lee. “My parents were furious when they found out what had happened. They swooped in and took me out of BB’s and said they would treat me themselves. I think they may have had thoughts of getting a big settlement check or something. They got nothing. They refused treatment, they violated the non-disclosure agreement, and they made waves. The Agency is very good at handling problems like these. In the end they got no money and an adult son who thought he was a five year girl. A five year old girl who had no memory of them ever being his parents.” “I think they were going to have me institutionalized and wash their hands of me. The only thing that saved me was grandma and grandpa. My mothers’ parents stepped in and said that they would take me in and take care of me. There were many angry words thrown around. My “loving” parents thought it would be a waste of money, time, and effort to try and save a grown man who didn’t even remember them. My grandparents said it was their money, their time and their effort. Grandma was particularly hurt that her daughter couldn’t see how important it was not to turn her back on her own child. I have never seen or spoken to them since then.” It was an old pain but no less sharp for it. Time was slipping away. She was not sure when the girls would wake up or someone would come. She needed to share her story. It had been bottled up inside her for a long time. Who could she tell? She had dated a few men over the years and even thought she had found the one. That relationship crashed and burned on the rocks of her inability to carry a child. “My grandmother decided that since I was a young girl inside that she would treat me like a young girl. She showered me with love and affection. It was so wonderful to be wanted and loved. But it was my grandfather that hit upon my path to growing up. Every six months we celebrated my birthday. The gifts and my treatment from my grandparents forced me to accept that I was just a little bit older each time. When my inside maturity finally matched my body, they arranged for my reassignment surgery. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as smooth as it sounds. There were a lot of setbacks and tears. But when I had the body to match who I was on the inside, it was like a switch was turned on.” “As you can probably guess I went to college and got a degree in teaching. I would probably still be teaching except for the package my grandfather left for me in his will. Apparently, the things that had been done to me had never really left him. He was a retired Army Colonel and he must have spent 20 years gathering information. With Grandma passing a few years earlier he figured that I was free to pursue any action without risk to my loved ones.” He was a brilliant man but to her he would always be the grandpa that loved her unconditionally. Nanny Clara was about to say more when the door to the room opened, and a security guard stepped in. He gave her a flirty smile and said “Hi Miss Brand. I’m supposed to see if you need anything. I have been told that the room needs to be locked at all times but to allow you access whenever you need it.” She was about ready to strangle this one. He just couldn’t take no for an answer. Not that he wasn’t good looking but there was no way she was sleeping with any of these creepy bastards. She forced a smile and gently put Tammi Lee down next to her. She stood up and said “Perfect timing Leo. They should all be waking up soon and I want to get them dressed for the day.” She walked past Leo and waited as he locked the door. When she headed to her room, he made to follow her. No. No. No. She turned to Leo and said “It is going to take me a bit to sort out the clothing since I got an extra baby to take care of. I was not expecting three. Let’s meet back here in 20 minutes.” Leo sighed and said “Sure thing. I will see you in a bit.” He was running out of time to take her to bed. It was his own fault really. She takes these weirdo fucking crossdressers serious. She thinks of them like real kids. Unfortunately, she heard a few of the men, including him, calling them perverts and she went off. She went from warm and friendly to cold and aloof and no apologies were changing her mind. Icy bitch. Twenty minutes later they met back in front of the locked door. Leo unlocked the door. He had a strange smile on his face, and it only seemed to get bigger as he opened the door for her. She looked at the bed and did a quick glance around the room. Tammi Lee was gone! ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mistress Trinity slowly got dressed. She has spent the night vacillating between tears and anger. She had spent many hours training her little baby sissy. That sudden loss brought out sharp emotions she rarely felt. By the time she got out of bed she realized that it wasn’t losing Mary Anne that upset her so much, it was the loss of the life she had planned. A not so willing sissy sex slave that she could baby and abuse. When she finished dressing, she set off for Doctor Field’s office. She was owed. Mistress Trinity never slowed her pace when she reached the Doctor’s office. She stiff armed the partially open door open with loud smack. Then she strode up to the desk and just waited with her arms crossed. Doctor Field grimaced at the intrusion. For a while Mistress Trinity was quite helpful in his efforts to snatch Janice but now, she was becoming a problem. Her latest episode in beating the crap out of one on the security personnel was almost the end of her. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and everyone agreed that Murphy’s lack of sympathy in delivering the news of John Evans death was the true cause of the beat down. That and security being done with this job once they were on the boat later today smoothed things over. He deliberately finished signing the paperwork in front of him before closing the folder and said “Good morning, Trinity. Is there something on your mind?” She barely held the snarl out of her voice and said “Mary Anne is dead! She was my payment for my services in retrieving your property. How are you planning to pay me now?” Ah, right to the point with Mistress Trinity. Doctor Field said “I thought that we could come to a financial arrangement. I know you invested a lot of time in molding John Evans into the perfect little spy.” Mistress Trinity spat on the floor and said “I don’t want any money. I have money. What I don’t have is my baby sissy. How are you going to give me what you promised me?” With a frustrated slap of his hand on the desk Doctor Field raised his voice and said “Obviously I can’t. Your Mary Anne died last night during the operation. If you don’t want money, then what do you want? It’s not like I have another baby sissy just laying around.” His voice trailed off a bit. Actually, he did have another one. But they were going to hold on to Tommy as leverage over Janice. Well, really that was Doctor Ren’s idea. As long as they had Tina, they really didn’t need the son. Mistress Trinity saw the idea finally pop into the Doctor’s head. She wanted him to bring it up. She would settle on taking the little one they brought in last night. He would need to convince Doctor Ren but that should be easy. One less mouth to read, one less prisoner to keep watch over. He smiled and said, “It just occurred to me that I may be able to fulfill our agreement after all.” He opened another file on his desk and picked up a picture of an unconscious Tammi Lee dressed in her baby nightgown. The bottom of the outfit had been rolled open and the picture clearly showed her diapered bottom. Doctor Field handed the photo of Tammi Lee to Mistress Trinity. Mistress Trinity smiled a sharks smile and said “Yes. She will do nicely.” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mistress Trinity made a quick stop to pick up a present for Tammi Lee, no for Mary Anne. She will get used to her new name after a few good hard reminder spankings. Mistress Trinity found herself in front of the door where the children were being held. She smiled at the guard and said “Open up the door. I have come for my baby girl.” The guard hid a shiver. This lady gave off a seriously creepy vibe. He said nothing as he unlocked the door to let her inside. As he watched her approach the small weirdo, his earpiece squawked and he got a confirming order to let Mistress Trinity take custody of the prisoner. Tammi Lee eyed the leather clad women as she entered the room. This was obviously the one Nanny Clara had warned her about. This was not the place or time for resistance, so she just sat there and suckled her binky and waited to see what new madness was coming her way. Mistress Trinity smiled and said “There is mommy’s new little girl. We are going to have so much fun together. You are just so cute! Stand up so mommy can get a good look at you.” Tammi Lee hesitated for a second but slowly stood up. Mistress Trinity said, “Mommy’s little angel.” She circled around behind Tammi Lee and pulled her in tight for hug. She kissed the top of Tammi Lee’s head and said, “Hold still baby while mommy puts a special mommy daughter necklace on you.” Unfortunately, Tammi Lee was slow to react, and Mistress Trinity easily snapped the collar around her neck. Tammi Lee was stunned by being suddenly collared. Then with a click Mistress Trinity snapped on the matching leash. “Perfect my lovely. That collar goes so well with your beautiful hair.” She wrapped her hand around the leash and gave it a gentle tug forcing Tammi Lee to stagger forward a step. She pulled her new sissy toy out of the room but at the last moment stopped and pulled the pacifier from Tammi Lee’s mouth. She threw it back into the room and patted Tammi Lee on cheek and said “You won’t need that anymore baby. Your new mommy has a special one for you that you are going to just love!” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Edna was pissed off. There was an edge of sorrow that she refused to acknowledge. Those damn doctors once again messing with her daughter. No more screwing around for this mom. Until things were settled with April, she was going to be the mommy Janice needs. She called out “Katherine come over here please.” Nanny Katherine crossed the small room and kneeled next to the bed. Edna looked so fragile right now, but an inner strength seemed to flow from her. She said “Yes, Mrs. Nelson. How can I help?” She looked into Nanny Katherine’s eyes and said “I need to know where your loyalties lie young lady. Are you with BB’s or are you with the agency?” This would have been an easy answer two days ago. She was agency from top to bottom. However, ever since Tina had saved life her motivation had changed. She owed that child everything and that included her loyalty. She replied “I’m a BB’s girl ma’am. As long as you will have me.” Edna reached up and pulled Nanny Katherine head down and gave her cheek a kiss. She smiled at her and said, “I could see the answer in your eyes dear.” Edna raised her voice and said “We don’t have much time. Once the nurses know I’m awake I will be bombarded with doctors and tests. You must all promise me that you will go get our babies back. I don’t fully trust the agency. I know that they have done a lot of good for us in the past, I feel like they have not lived up to their promises. It was too easy for them to get into BB’s and take Janice, Tina and Tammi Lee.” The room erupted with either comments defending the agency or comments echoing Edna’s words. She interrupted the noise and said “Everyone, please leave the room and give me a moment with Rose.” The women slipped out of the room quickly and quietly except for April who paused for a moment and gave Edna a long look filled with mixed emotions and questions. Edna mouthed the word “Soon” and April nodded her head and closed the door. Rose dropped into the chair next to Edna and put her face in hands. She was tired, both mentally and physically. She spoke through her fingers and said “I don’t know what to do? How will we get our children back without using the agency? How hard are they really trying to help us?” Edna slapped her palms together. The sharp noise caused Rose to lift her head up and stare at Edna. Edna sharply asked “Are you done? We don’t have any more time to waste. You need to go to my house, up into the hidden room. You need to activate Janice’s chip.” Rose just stared at Edna. She snapped out “You had Janice chipped? Like some sort of dog?” Edna said “Of course I did. I never fully trusted those agency people. I would have chipped Tina too if I thought you would let me.” Well, chipped is one word for it. LoJack might be closer. It would give her computer a very good idea where she was. Unfortunately, the device would cause an electrical discharge when activated. The device was not really intended for this use but Edna needed results not maybe’s. It would be painful for Janice. James/Janice and her had discussed this type of situation. The sudden sharp pain was a signal. Fight, Escape, Live. She sighed and said “The fact the agency didn’t bother to tell us that the doctors were free, that there was a need for heightened security tells me that either Mr. Gray is incompetent, compromised or has a hidden agenda. I don’t believe he is incompetent. That leaves two options that fully justify my paranoia.” Rose said, “Even if we know where Janice is how are we going to rescue them?” Edna said “You need to come up with some kind of plan. Between Katherine and that Beatrice women I’m sure you can come up with something. Even if it means calling in the agency at the last minute to do the heavy lifting.” At that, her sudden energy left her and Edna collapsed back into her pillows. She whispered “I’m sorry Rose but I can’t help you with this. Please bring back my daughter, so I can be her mommy, finally.” Rose hugged Edna and whispered back “I will bring them all back.” Edna said “Thank you Rose. I believe in you.” Then she held out a hand and said, “Give me a piece of paper and a pen.” When Rose handed her an old envelope and pen from her purse, she wrote down the codes and access procedure to activate Janice’s chip. Rose took the paper and pen back just as the door opened and two nurses and two doctors marched in. She let herself be guided out of the room. As the door shut behind her, she looked at the paper and laughed out loud. The final passcode was MommyLovesBaby. For a hardass Edna sure was a softie inside. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Junior Agent Gusterson parked his car and cautiously entered the building. He felt a stab of unease in the pit of his stomach. He was now assigned to Senior Agent Brigger’s BB’s team. The place where they turn men into baby girls. The thought of having to wear a diaper and prance around in cutesy bows and ribbons made him almost physically ill. It reminded him of the awful summer at his aunt’s house. He was ten but his much bigger fourteen year old cousin was much taller and stronger then him. She decided that she wanted a girl to play with and not an icky boy. She dressed him in whatever make believe game she wanted play. He was made into a toddler girl more often than not. Complete with pullups. He complained to his aunt and she said that it was just for fun and to do what his cousin wanted. Then his cousin would spank him for being a tattletale. He still hated her. He tore up the wedding invitation she sent last year. Once he transferred to this team, he had checked in with his unofficial handler and was told to follow orders and soon he would be given something more important to work on. Other cases to spy on he assumed. The only thing they asked him to do was check the records here for any case notes or cassette tapes from a Doctor Field or a Doctor Ren. They had copies of everything the FBI had but, the Doctors were sure they had left more stuff behind. He toured the place and reviewed the security in place. It was weak but then again there was not much here to protect. They were supposed to be looking for any evidence of who took Janice, Tina and Tammi Lee. They weren’t going to find any. The strike team really didn’t have anything to leave behind. The team was digging deep into John Evan’s life or May Anne’s life, but he was sure that they would find nothing there either. Eventually he found Senior Agent Brigger sitting in one of the large conference rooms. She was sipping a large cup of coffee and methodically going through some boxes of old papers and making notes of each box’s contents. She was also using her phone to take pictures. She said, “Hi Tim. How was the tour?” He said “Pretty routine Agent Brigger. A bit creepy but quiet right now.” Funny how he was expected to use her title, but she could just say Tim. Stuck up bitch. Senior Agent Brigger paused her coffee sip and said, “What do you mean creepy?” Tim almost shouted out his disgust of making babies out of men but just said “You know empty and quiet.” She nodded and said, “Well it’s definitely quiet here without a bunch of toddler girls running around screaming and playing.” Tim snorted, sissies in dresses more like then toddlers he thought. He said, “What would you like me to do Agent Brigger?” Senior Agent Brigger smiled and said “Glad you asked Tim. You can help me sort………….” Her voice came to a stuttering stop as her knee bumped the table and her large coffee cup, which had been too close to the edge fell into her lap. She yelped and jumped back out of her chair, but the damage was done. Her clothes, socks and shoes were now soaked in hot coffee. She stood still dripping coffee everywhere and then she backed away from the table. She swore “Shit!” She looked up at Tim and then laughed a bit and said “I must be tired from the plane trip. This is just disgusting.” Faking some concern while he laughed on the inside Tim said “Are you ok Agent Brigger? Did you burn yourself?” She said “No burns. Thankfully it wasn’t that hot. Look Tim, just go ahead and finish cataloging these last two boxes. I’m going over to the Nannies quarters and see if I can find something to change into. Maybe even take a shower. I’ll be back in a bit.” Then she duck waddled to the door. Her shoes make an audible squishing sound with each step. Her rapidly fading voice carried down the hallway “This is just so damn gross”. Tim waited a bit and then burst out laughing. What a stupid bitch! That was like poetic justice or something. He pulled the box over and started pawing through the contents. At the bottom of the box and covered with dust he found them. His hands shook as he pulled two worn and aged notebooks from the box. Holy crap he found them. This was his ticket out of this dump job. He was sure that they would be happy to pull strings now and fast track him a promotion. He didn’t know who was behind his extra activities, but he knew that they had a lot of pull in the agency. He was debating whether to try and steal them or copy them when he heard a familiar tone. His phone just got a text message. Every agent knew that tone. It was reserved for Mr. Gray. He fumbled for his phone. This was probably an important message. He had never got one before. Only it wasn’t his phone buzzing. There was no message on his phone. He looked across the table where Senior Agent Brigger’s phone sat. In her haste to find dry clothes she had left it behind. He reached across the table and scooped up the phone. He would need to find her and bring her the phone. Who knows how long it would take her to come back. As he stood up, he noticed two things, one was that Agent Brigger’s phone was not locked. The second thing he noticed made him sit down. It was about him. Apparently, he must have slipped up somehow. The message read “Brigger, it seems that Agent Gusterson may be involved with the kidnapping at BB’s. Please secure him until his transport arrives to bring him in for questioning.” His heart nearly exploded out of his chest. He needed to leave, to run. His adrenaline was pumping and his hands shook. He snatched up the books and pausing for just a moment he ripped the battery from Agent Brigger’s phone and tossed it into the trash can by the door. It quickly sank into the papers and trash. That might buy him a few more minutes he thought. He tucked the notebooks under his arm and headed for his car. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Senior Agent Brigger watched Tim from the camera she had hidden in the conference room. He took the bait now it was a matter of time before she knew if she ruined a pair of brand new shoes for nothing or everything. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Beatrice followed a small group of cars over to Mrs. Nelsons house. She was nursing reservations about not contacting her brother. She was under no illusions about him and his job. She knew he was a good guy, but the job didn’t always let you be a good guy. The one thing she wouldn’t do was let these women get hurt. She had never seen a group of caring loving women like these before and she knew that she felt a part of them. They stayed with the all women plan and against his protestations Mark was left to be a liaison at the hospital with Edna. April lingered and waited to be the last into the house. She was worried about what they would think of her when they saw the nursery and what James was doing behind her back. Mostly she was ashamed of how she acted the last time she was here. With a heavy heart she followed the ladies into the house and into the nursery. Everybody but Rose was speechless as they saw the room. Rose looked around the room with pride and a tear on her cheek. Rose said “This room tells you everything you need to know about a mother’s love for a daughter. Even though she was always Nanny to Janice you can see love everywhere.” She walked over and took April’s hand and said “This is what Edna wanted to share with you. She never wanted to keep you from this part of Janice's life. April, take a long look at this room, look at the details and you will see what I mean.” Rose patted April’s shoulder and waved Beatrice over to the crib. She said, “There is not much room so everyone except for Beatrice please stay downstairs.” Then she and Beatrice crawled under the crib and disappeared. April and Julia slowly walked around the nursery. It was filled with everything a baby girl could need. It was all high quality items and lovingly maintained. There were two handmade extra-large rocking chairs. One looked well worn and broken in from years of use while the other looked almost new. April almost didn’t see it, but on the headrest were beautifully carved flowers. The worn chair had the word EDNA amongst the blossoms. The untouched chair had the word APRIL amongst the blooms. The chair was old, probably purchased before she had married James. When she saw this room the first time, she felt like it was Edna laughing at her naivety. Now she realized that Edna meant for the three of them to use this room. Only Janice’s fear of losing April kept Edna from bringing her here. April moved around the room in a slight daze touching this and that. Nanny Veronica and Nanny Katherine were in the closet looking at the amazing assortment of high quality clothes. They were all sized for Janice, and they ran from baby clothes to stuff a junior high schoolgirl would wear. It seemed that Edna was prepared for whatever age Janice needed to be so that she would feel better or just wanted to play at. One part of the large closet caught Nanny Veronica’s eye. It was filled with art supplies. It seemed that Janice liked to draw when she was here. There was a box of completed coloring books. She paged through another box with drawings of animals and flowers. They were all done in crayon but were beautiful to look at. She took down a smaller box from the top shelf. There were about two dozen drawings. She paged through them and gasped at what she saw. They were portraits and life like drawings of people and they looked very real. Still only done in crayon. Not Looking up she called out softly “Mrs. Wilder, please, you need to see these.” Inwardly April grimaced, still not very comfortable with Nanny Veronica and her relationship with her son. However, she was here and willing to go into danger for Tommy. April certainly appreciated her taking the risk. She had been looking at the toys in the crib. They were old, worn and patched up. She picked up the Raggedy Ann doll and held it close. It smelled like James. God, she missed him. Still holding the doll, she crossed the room to see what Nanny Veronica had found. After tucking the doll under her arm, she took the box from Nanny Veronica. Her knees almost buckled at seeing the top drawing. She made it to her rocking chair only because Nanny Veronica helped steady her. The top picture was old. Well before they were married. It was April. She could tell it was a college drawing because it was the hair style she had back then. The drawing was signed Janice. The script jerky and childlike. Below that in ink was James’s pen stroke. It read April, Our first Date”. Through tear filled eyes she saw her life in crayon drawings. Always drawn by Janice but labeled by James. Her in a bikini she wore on a date to the beach. She had been trying to get him to make a move into the bedroom. It worked, boy did it work! It continued, all her high points like her in her wedding dress and some low points, in a hospital bed after the tumble off the bike and the broken leg. At the bottom of the box was an envelope. It was sealed and her name was written across the top. There was a sticky note. “Edna, please give this letter to April in case something happens, and James never returns. Thanks, James.” Any thought of opening the letter was forgotten when Rose crawled out from under the crib and announced, “We found them!” (This is Chapter 16. We are getting close to the end. One or two more chapters and then a large epilogue. Coming up Tammi Lee and Mistress Trinity have a confrontation, Janice and James fight back, Doctor Ren makes a run for it, and Agent Gusterson gets a new assignment. (CCApril@Proton.me)).

Chapter 13: Vampires Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess Jumping back towards the other end of the sofa, trying to get as far away from Lucy as possible, my back hit the armrest and I panicked. “I… I…” “Oh come on… seriously?” Lucy sighed, rolling her eyes at me. “But… you’re…” “A vampire? Yes. Honestly… I’m still surprised I managed to get through our year of living together without you realising…” That's when it hit me. I didn’t realise. A whole year of living together in one room… and I never noticed the signs. “How… when…?” “Right… if you calm down, I’ll answer your questions, okay?” Lucy said, putting her arms out in a ‘calm down’ motion. Taking deep breaths and grabbing a cushion as a sort-of makeshift shield… I nodded and waited. “As for how… how else would it happen? A vampire turned me. As for when… I may be a bit older than you think I am.” “How old are you?” I asked, my voice quivering still. “How old do you think I am?” Lucy asked. “Like… Around my age? Somewhere around 25 or 30? Although to be fair you look younger than that…” “Try much older.” “40?” “Older.” “50?” “I can see where this is going. Much older…” “You can’t be older than… 100?” “Nearly. I’m 93.” “NINETY THREE?” I blurted out in shock. “I look good for my age, don’t I?” “So wait… you were…” “Born in 1890, yup. Towards the end of the Victorian era.” “So you were… wait… when did you transition?” “Socially… when I was in my early twenties. The lack of databases and stuff made it easy to fake my death as my old male self, then start again as Lucy. Thankfully, my youthful appearance allowed me to ‘pass’ early on, then when I was twenty five… I got turned. Hence the lifelong youthful, feminine appearance.” “But what about… hormones and stuff… I mean… your boobs?” “I didn’t have them for the longest time. You have no idea how hard it was back then for people like me. But thankfully, the vampire thing opened doors for me. Mostly that it opened the door to the supernatural underworld. The one that lives in the shadows of the humans. That’s where I met Lizzie… sorry… I mean Beth.” “Wait… so you met…” “I set you two up, remember? I knew she’d love you. I originally met her in the monster circles, and we hit it off from the start. Even had a bit of a fling with her sister…” “YOU WHAT? WITH BEA? SERIOUSLY? I didn’t even know she was…” “Yeah, she’s openly bi. Did she never tell you?” “No!” “She’s pretty private with her personal life. But yes, we had a short thing that fizzled out very quickly. We were very different people back then, wanting very different things in life. Or in my case… not-life. Anyway, I met the two of them, we became close… and they helped me.” “Helped? How?” “They helped me transition… magically.” “Magically?” “Yeah. Basically hormone therapy without all the waiting and judgey doctors. They brew their own form of magical hormone therapy and poof! I’m now the woman you see before me.” “They… can do that?” I asked, sounding more surprised than fearful at this point. “Of course they can. What do you actually know about Witches?” “That… they were satan-worshippers… that they were burned at the stake.” “Nasty period of time that was… but no, they don’t worship Satan. Most Witches are the nicest people you'll ever meet. Beth and Bea especially so. Despite their… family connection.” “Family…?” “Sorry hun, I understand you’re asking a lot of questions, but can you at least put the cushion down? I’m not going to bite you.” Lucy laughed awkwardly. “But… you’re a vampire…” “And I only feed on humans.” “I’m a human!” “Not anymore, sorry kiddo.” “Huh?” “I can smell it already. You’re one of us.” “What? A vampire?” “No, of course not! But you’re not human anymore. You’re undead. I can smell it in your blood.” “WAIT! That… that’s why that guy outside said I was tainted… OH SHIT, HE WAS A VAMPIRE?” “Don’t tell me… blonde? Long coat? Ugh. Ignore him, he’s a dick.” Lucy rolled her eyes again. I’m surprised she knew who I was talking about, but then again I have no idea how many people like her there are. “How am I tainted?” I asked, sounding confused. “You’ve been resurrected. You’re no longer human. Undead, zombie… whatever you want to call it. Means your blood is of no use to any vampire.” “I’m… not human…?” “Don’t worry, you’ve got me, you’ve got Beth, and you’ve got Bea. We’ll help you.” “I… can’t. I’m not going back.” “Because she kept the fact she’s a Witch from you this whole time? Whoop-de-doo. Do you know how hard it is coming out…” I looked at Lucy, raising my eyebrow. “Of course you know…” She continued, after realising her mistake. “Sorry, but think of it as coming out as gay to someone who is straight. You don’t know how they’ll react. Will it be acceptance? Wonder? Disgust? Or even… violence? But with her abilities… it would also flip your whole world upside down. Everything you thought was normal would be changed… I think she just wanted to save you from this.” “Then why did she date me in the first place?” “Because she fucking loves you, dumbass!” Lucy blurted out. I felt bad. Lucy’s analogy made sense and made me empathise with the struggle Beth must have been going through. Still doesn’t stop me from feeling betrayed and pissed though… “Still… she knows I love her… she could have told me…” “I understand you’re upset. But… just don’t give up on her, that’s all I’m asking. Both as your friend AND hers. Let her explain, apologise, make it up to you.” I slowly put the cushion back in its place, edging forward in my seat slightly. Now that I wasn’t at risk of being bitten by my friend, I felt my whole body relax a bit more, I was a lot less defensive now. “So… undeath… umm… how does it work?” I asked, trying to change the subject a bit. “For a vampire or… for whatever you are? Because I’m sorry Suze… I haven’t the foggiest as to how your kind works. Like I said… Your kind is relatively unheard of. Necromancy stopped being used ages ago. The only necromancers I know are Beth and her sister… though I never thought they’d actually take up the family business.” “Family… business? You mentioned her family before…” “Oh, duh… she never told you. Well her family name… used to be Lazarus. The Lazarus family were the main practitioners of necromancy, with some other individuals learning from them. But after their grandma banned all others after her from learning anything about it, they just became a family of regular Witches.” “So how did she…” “Their Granny died recently, so I assume they got hold of her books somehow. And Beth… she must have used that to resurrect you.” “She… died? Beth… never told me anything about her Grandma dying…” “They weren’t exactly close. But after their parents died, their Grandma was their last living relative. They must have inherited her stuff.” It was at that point that my stomach started rumbling. “Ummm…” I said, awkwardly. “What’s up, hun?” Lucy asked. “It’s all… a lot… can… can I get…” “You want something to eat? I can hear your tummy from here!” “Please…” “I don’t have much for a human… or a zombie. Sorry… I don’t even know what you eat. I have some crisps if you wanna try them?” “Sure…” I didn’t care, I just needed some food to settle my stomach. Lucy smiled at me and stood up, walking off towards the kitchen, whilst I just sat there on the sofa… still in shock at not only everything that had happened between Beth and I… but also that there were even more revelations about Beth that I didn’t know about. That she was from a family of necromancers… that her Grandma had died recently… that she knew Lucy from… ‘Wait…’ As Lucy walked back in, throwing a packet of salt and vinegar crisps at my face, I looked up at her with the question burning into mind. “Lucy?” “Yeah?” “If you’re 90… and you knew Beth and Bea… how old are they both? Are they as old as you?” “Hahaha no. But… they are older than you think.” “So Beth isn’t 33?” “Add another decade onto it.” “Forty three?” I accidentally tore the crisp packet too far as I reacted to this latest reveal, spreading crisps all over my lap. “Such a messy baby…” Lucy laughed. I blushed and looked away from her face as my chest felt… weird. “Don’t worry about it, just eat them from your lap. They didn’t go on the floor or the sofa, you’re alright.” Lucy said, tapping my knee gently. “I… sorry…” I replied, taking a crisp from my lap and popping it in my mouth, chewing it slowly and quietly. “Hey it’s okay, I’m just as messy and clumsy sometimes. But yes, your girlfriend is a decade older than you thought… She does look good for her age. I never asked how, but it’s probably magical. Bea is the same age, I mean… she has to be, they’re twins after all.” “I… just… can’t believe all this. All this stuff about my girlfriend. Witches… monsters… magic… her family… and… well… you!” “Sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Lucy said, putting her hand on my knee. One look at her cute face and I knew I couldn’t stay mad. Honestly… as soon as I see Beth’s face again I know I’m going to give in straight away… it’s why I got out of there as quickly as possible. I have a habit of doing that… of giving in way too easily. “It’s okay.” I replied. “Just… are there any other secrets you, Beth and Bea are keeping from me?” “Umm…” Lucy started twiddling her thumbs in that way she used to do whenever she was nervous. “Lucy…” “Umm… well I know that you talked about her saying she had…” Before Lucy could finish her sentence, I felt a cramp in my gut. Were the crisps not helping? Am I really a zombie… Do I need to eat brains? The cramping got worse as I dropped off the sofa to my knees, clutching my stomach as I screamed out in pain. “Suze… are you okay? What’s up?” Lucy fell to the floor in a panic, putting her arms on my shoulders. “I… I…” Something was building up inside me. Something… This… this wasn’t me being hungry… this was me… ‘No.’ ‘Not now…’ ‘Please… not here…’ Without a second’s warning, before I could do anything to stop or lessen the effect… I completely filled the seat of my pants as I knelt there, a loud roar filling the room. “Suze… are… did you just…” I had no way of telling what it was until it was too late. I couldn’t even hold it in! It was as if the floodgates were open and there was no way to tell what was coming or when! So I burst out into tears as I knelt there, avoiding sitting back and spreading it. “Oh hun… it’s okay… it’s just one little accident…” Lucy said, quickly slipping off the sofa and wrapping her arms around me as I sobbed into my hands. “But I… I didn’t know…” “Is this something to do with the spell?” “I… I don’t know… maybe?” “Then we need to take some… precautions.” “P… precautions?” I asked, in-between sobs. “Come with me, petal.” Lucy said softly, before standing up and holding out her hand to me. Awkwardly, trying my best not to move around the mess in my pants, I took hold of Lucy’s hand as she helped me up to my feet. But she didn’t let go, she just started walking back off to her bedroom, dragging me behind her once again. “What… what are we doing?” I asked, tears still dripping down my face. “We’re going to take some precautions if this is going to be a thing. Can’t have you ruining any more pants…” Closing the door behind her, we were once again alone in her bedroom, though the smell coming from my backside was making this even more uncomfortable as it filled the air. “Come on then, stinkybutt. Let’s get these pants off…” “Why… why are you acting like…” Letting go of my hand, she turned and looked down, grabbing my jeans and within an instant, yanked them down, leaving me completely stark naked. She hadn’t given me any underwear so I was just going commando right now… so I was in complete shock as she, without any hesitation, dropped my pants. “It’ll be okay, sweetie. Let me just grab a…” She said as she turned back around and started rummaging into her open wardrobe. “Aha! Here we go.” Turning back around… she had something white… and plastic… and rectangular… …And I knew exactly what it was. ======================================================== Monster girl baby club! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Let’s see, I have diapers in my dresser, the night stand, cases stored in the attic, in my work bag, my diaper bag (of course), the car glove compartment and trunk, my gym bag, the bathroom, my littles slumber party bag, and, apparently in a random duffel bag in the back of my closet that I totally forgot about It wasn’t like I planned that way. I have a tendency to pack extra diapers because I’d be screwed if I ran out at an inopportune moment. And so, they just… accumulate. Then again, it’s the same way with babies, isn’t it?

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Ch. 17 It's hard but it's also easy. My mind was broken, how was she here? What was she doing? What was she thinking? My Mom stood in front of me, less than 10 feet away. Mom not mommy, the woman who had given birth to me. I hadn't been embarrassed about a diaper in a few weeks, but today I felt ridiculous to be standing there in nothing but a swim diaper. Gary of course broke up the staring contest. "Well, I'll bet that's not how THAT was supposed to happen!" I covered myself with my hands looking for a towel to cover myself. "Son, what happened? Were you adopted? Dad and I can fix this? You just hold on. We can find a way to save you from him." Mom kept going but I wasn't listening, I had wrapped a towel around myself and was just sitting there my head in my hands. Gary trying to console me. Mom trying reassure me. "Stop, please just stop!" I almost yelled. Everyone kind of just sat there for a second. "Mom, I promise it's not what it looks like, I know you don't understand but it's ok. He's not my daddy, I'm not really sure what he is right now." Mom interrupted me trying to explain, "Son, I don't know how the brutes got you but here it's not possible for them to keep you. We can get you free, even fix whatever they've done to you." Pointing at my covered diaper. "They probably used hypnosis too," now she seemed to be talking more to herself, "we will need to find out what they did. Maybe even do full scan. Your dad will be along in a few minutes…" She continued on obliviously. As she ranted on, Mommy and Cindy came marching up. "Joshua, are you all right?" I nodded. "Mrs. Gerson I presume?" It snapped mom out of her tirade. "Are you the one who kidnapped my son?" She glared up at Mommy like she was going to attack her. "I bet you tried one of those legal tricks, well it won't work here, the locals sympathize with us. They'll have you hauled back to your country in cuffs." "Mrs. Gerson, did I not tell you to come with an open mind?" Mommy was a little scary right now. "Mommy, please don't hurt her. She's my mom." Mommy looked at me like I'd stabbed her with a knife. "Oh my sweet baby boy, I would never hurt her. She's your mom. I invited her here to help fill my part of the contract, love." She paused but only for a second. Sarah came walking up the beach with her board. "Everything all right Ms. T.?" Mommy replied, "of course! Not as planned but definitely all right. I think we all need a few minutes to digest the moment. Why don't you take Joshua and Cindy up to the house to get them changed and cleaned up? It's almost lunch time anyway" "Right away, come on you two, it's time for some food and a set of fresh diapers. How does that sound?" Not bad actually, but I didn't want to leave mom, it had been too long since I'd seen her, and I didn't want to leave without her knowing I was happy. "Joshua," Mommy bent down to my eye level, it was like she read my mind. "This will not be the last time you see them unless you don't want to see them." I hesitated, but nodded and gave into Sarah pulling me back to the house. My mind raced, how? Why? When? The questions didn't stop coming. Sarah was trying to distract me with the thought of yummy fruit and cakes, it all sounded bland and I tuned her out. When we reached the house Cindy got a bath first so I sat on the third floor watching Mommy with mom and tried to figure out what was happening. I knew this much, my mom being here was planned. Our meeting at that moment was not. Mommy had wanted us to be here when we met with mom. I guess in hindsight I should have seen something coming. I mean Mommy never has been much for purposeless things. A recreation vacation alone seemed too empty for her style. Gary had known, and it hadn't phased him at all, nothing ever did. My contract had to be completed and this was one of the promises, that I would be able to, if at all possible, thank them for everything. Sarah chose that moment to get me, ruffling my hair and swinging me into a laying position in her arms, "you know, everything will be alright. Your Mommy is the best of the best. She knows what she's doing, and yes if I had to bet on it, she planned it all." Those words seemed to comfort me more than anything else. So, it was onward to bubbles and soap, and a dry diaper. Which did wonders for me. ______________________ Tina had been slightly surprised to see Mrs. Gerson standing there with Joshua. To her credit she wasn't trying to drag him off. She hadn't known Joshua was here yet, only an invitation to talk about life and better things. Also a free vacation to a place where littles were welcome and wanted. All expenses covered, and no expense spared of course. The coalition's presence here almost eclipsed the headquarters population. Here was safe and so recruitment could be world wide. The reach of those trying to bring more littles into the organization could usually make a lot of headway here. In fact the only recruiter with a success rate close to Tina's was regularly in the country, using the local culture to induce trust. While the public still didn't know why, they could recognize the coalition's symbol on sight. They knew it was an equality organization and that was all. It allowed for a measure of respect not commonly found elsewhere. As Sarah led the boy off, Mrs. Gerson laid into Tina. "How dare you!? That's my son. You will pay for this, every bit of it. I'll make sure you are swinging by your toenails until you die." Tina was a little irritated, "Mrs. Gerson, I haven't done anything to him that he did not want or agree to, without coercion. Everything was his choice." "I'll bet, right after you hypnotized him." "You are welcome to interrogate him later. However, I feel you'll be disappointed in the result. He has been hypnotized but only by his own decisions." That put a sock in the woman's mouth. She was mouthy, this one. Disrespectful too. She was certain someone would want her if she could be convinced, even as old as she was. It would likely be a pair deal though, she was married. Speaking of where was her husband? "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it." She had every right to be confused. "Well you are invited to dinner tonight. As we promised, we want to talk to you about a great deal of things. That is if Joshua doesn't change his mind. This is all for his benefit after all." Gary had finished putting the umbrella away, which seemed to be his nemesis. "We will expect you at the address provided at 6. His bedtime will have a little leeway while we are here but it is still in effect." Gary took that as the sign to start back to the house. "Mrs. Gerson, I really do hope you come. He made it pretty clear he wanted to thank you and your husband, so much so I added it to his contract." That ought to leave her at least curious. "You better believe I'll be there." She turned and left huffing off through the sand. Well, that made things more complicated. They were supposed to see each other at dinner tonight and be slightly prepared, Joshua would be in more than just a diaper sagging from that cute bottom of his. As it stood, the look of distress he had had was worrying. The red pill lessened any negative emotion, it didn't erase it, just eased it a bit. So the fact he had been so upset was a sign of how much it had meant to him. Tina knew it meant a lot but how much was beyond her. Walking silently with Gary, who always seemed to show way more was in that head of his than he let on, especially in these moments. She contemplated how she was going to approach it with Joshua. This was going to be hard. Maybe breastfeeding first. Always seemed to calm him down. They arrived home to the sound of Cindy laughing and circus music being played loudly. It had the air of someone trying to be cheered up. Tina found all three of them on the playset, Sarah hanging upside down, doing something in front of her while Cindy laughed, Joshua just sat staring, at least he wasn't trying to hide like he would when he was in trouble. Tina waited and watched, she loved to hear both of her little laugh. So she bided her time and just enjoyed Cindy's enjoyment. It didn't take too long before she was noticed though, Cindy came running over, "Mommy, play with us!" "Oh honey, I wish I could. I think there's a little boy who needs me though." Cindy nodded, the girl was a little flighty but not so out of touch she couldn't see he needed a little more today. Without asking she scooped him up and carried him downstairs. Once in her room she settled him in her lap facing him, he only ever contemplated his belly button. "I know you didn't expect it, but I also know you knew it would come soon enough." Tina started, "that was not how I planned it at all. I had planned on you being a little man for when they came over tonight." He looked up at that, "I had planned to warn you as best I could." He leaned on her chest. He was seeing how much work she had put into it. Always reading between the lines this one was. Tina began to understand how much she needed to watch what she said around him. "Want some milk? It always seems to make you feel better." He nodded quietly, the act was well practiced by this point. He suckled for about 15 minutes before he fell asleep. Tina gathered him up and wiped his chin off and laid him on her shoulder. That was where he slept all the way through lunch. _________________ I woke up a little hazy but Mommy had some hot tea and a sandwich for me. I ate and found out I had missed lunch by about 30 minutes. In the end I boiled it all down to some simplicities. My mom was important but Mommy was more important. I loved them both I'm happy where I am. No one got to take it away from me They were all truth, and I recited them over and over as Mommy got me dressed like we were going somewhere fancy. A button down shirt that looked like it was for a kid, some nice pressed slacks, but of course they had buttons on the crotch for easy diaper changing, a tie with cartoon characters on it and some shiny shoes. Right as we got downstairs, Gary who had a similar getup minus the whole button fiasco, was waiting with wine and juice. "Tonight you can be a big boy if you want." He had said. I was never much for wine so I chose the juice which was put into a wine cup so I "felt like a big boy tonight." At about 4:30 a man arrived wearing a white shirt and a fluffy white hat that resembled a floppy mushroom. He was a chef and was going to cook for us tonight. Apparently he would cook most of our meals this week. "Don't worry little man, I can make the nasty stuff tasty and tasty stuff so good you will drool enough to fill up those pampers of yours!" He told me when he saw me eyeing him up and down. "I Love all the little ones. Always so adorable." Mommy smiled at him and Gary made a funny face behind the chefs back, which served to make me laugh. Mr. Chef, that's what he'd told us to call him, "Easier to remember, adorable to boot." He'd tried to whisper to Mommy. Started bringing things in from his car. After about 10 loads he put everything in order and began slicing some stuff up. I watched in wonder, he was very good. He seemed to like me watching him. Cindy had gone off to try and sneak in the pool. I knew this because she kept triggering the proximity alarm, eventually she got a spanking and a time out for it. Eventually, Mr. Chef reached over and handed me a few berries. "These are so sweet this time of year. Try one." It was orange and a bit bumpy. I wasn't sure if I should eat it whole or not, it was too big for a single bit anyway. "Like this" Mr. Chef seemed to understand I wasn't sure if it should be peeled or not, and he popped one whole in his mouth. I followed suit and ended up trying to chew with an overall mouth. I wasn't complaining. It was delicious even as juice dribbled down my chin, it was like dessert or candy. A certain soft sweet that was almost too sweet. "There'll be more with dessert." Mr. Chef promised. Mommy came by, "Don't spoil your dinner young man." She said in a half threatening tone. "I need to get Cindy and then we need to have a family meeting. Gary and Sarah are already waiting for us on the screen porch. Can you go there for me, please?" Nodding enthusiastically I hoped down. Mommy looked at Mr. Chef, "if he ever bothers you just give me a wink, I'll move him on." "Oh no miss, I do love the littles. One day when I settle a bit I'll make sure to find one who wants to be loved, and maybe even loves to cook. Can you imagine a father/son chef team? What a delight that'd be." Laughing, "all right there 'dad' chef, I hope that dream comes true, and soon." That was all I heard from that conversation. I felt like I was going to be hearing about him again soon through the coalition. Mommy was never not interested in expanding. On the porch, Gary was teasing Sarah. "Sure they will, big giant whales, they just gulp up tweeners. You see amazons are too big and we get stuck in their throats. Littles are just too small to even be a snack. See tweeners really are one of their favorite food." "Mr. Gary, you know I'm not a child, I actually go to school and I even did a project on whales last month." Sarah countered. Gary wasn't giving up, "all right then, see for yourself. Swim all the way out there but I'm warning you, we will never find you if one of them gobbles you up." Her eyes looked worried but her tone said she was not so shaken. "Mr. Gary, you're an odd one." Mommy came in holding a sullen Cindy's hand. She was in a pretty evening dress, easy access to the diaper underneath as well as making her look adultish. It was different to see her in something like that. It sparked something in Joshua. He wasn't sure what yet. "Well then let's make this short and easy" Mommy began cheerfully. "Tonight is a big night for Joshua, really for all of us. His birth parents are coming to dinner. They should be here any time." She looked me in the eye. "They will likely be confused at first. As well as being angry, it's important that we do not get angry at them. They will need to vent, that's ok." She paused a second or two, possibly waiting on a question. "Remember to be on your best behavior. When I say it's bedtime, it's bedtime, no arguments, do you 3 understand?" To her credit Sarah didn't argue and all 3 agreed simultaneously. Mommy probably wanted to talk to Mom and Dad alone at some point. I could understand that. "Does anyone have any questions?" Mommy finished. To his credit Gary waited long enough to know there weren't any questions coming then simply said, "yes, when can we eat? The sand and sun made me hungry as a whale." He looked menacingly at Sarah, who rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him. The finishing of the meeting was almost like a signal, and the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Cindy didn't even wait for approval and made it halfway out of the room before she was stopped. "I think it's best if both of us go, little missy." Mommy responded. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't follow them into the front atrium, instead I ran up to the third floor. I wasn't ready to see them yet. I heard footsteps join me. It was Gary, I knew who it was just by virtue of who it couldn't be. Mommy never made a noise when walking, Sarah and Cindy couldn't have been that loud. I never turned around, just walked to the playset and climbed in, dropping my legs off the side and putting my head on the rail. Gary was at eye level, "hey, big man." He seemed to be empathetic at the moment. "This is pretty scary isn't it?" I nodded, "you have every right to be afraid." That didn't sound like a "Garyism" to me, it caught my attention. "Look, let's boil it down,you haven't seen them in a long time. The one thing they trained you to do was avoid exactly where you are. Yet here you are, you feel like you failed them. Pampered and babied, you now have to stand in front of them and defend yourself. Did I miss anything?" This guy was something that I really didn't understand. He had nailed it on the head. I was shocked by that revelation. "I'm going to ask you a question, my little man." That was the first time he had said "my," it felt odd but somehow it fit. "Why do you need to defend yourself if you are happy?" That hit me somewhere below the ribs. It was a good question though. "I guess I feel like I owe them." "Of Course you do, their your parents, you wouldn't be nearly as much of a good boy if you didn't, they do so much for you and try to make sure you get to that 'happy life' they want for you, but they can't see what you see." Tapping my forehead with a finger, "not what you see here. You found your happily ever after. Now instead of defending that, why don't you show them that?" I pondered that thought. In spite of wanting to prove Gary wrong, because, let's face it, he was Gary and everyone wanted to prove him wrong. I failed to find anything wrong in that logic. "You're right." Was all I said. Gary saw a lot, he also knew a lot, and he didn't let on that he had both of those things in his deck of cards. Maybe that's why Mommy kept him around. He put his hands out for me to jump to him. Which I did with a laugh, he tossed me in the air a couple times making me laugh harder. He carried me downstairs like a football. I felt like a football being thrown to people who were going to fight over me. Well, in any case I'd be happy, because I was where I wanted to be. ____________________ Tina had been a little worried when Joshua bolted up the stairs. She had been really worried when Gary went after him. In a red dress of her own she bent down, checked a diaper absently minded and straightened Cindy's dress. It accentuated her as an adult. Tina wasn't fond of the thing, but Cindy had saved up her money for it and had begged and pleaded to be allowed to have it. In any case it did nothing to hide the fact she was diapered even in the thinner things she was in now. The thought of combining something a lot less inconspicuous and the dress made Tina laugh. It may have to happen tonight. It'd be cute. As they walked to the front door the food caught their attention. It smelt amazing, Mr. Chef was hard at work; he kept dipping something in a boiling pot. Moving it and then dipping it again. "All right, best foot forward, let's welcome them in, NICELY young lady." Cindy smiled up and gave her affirmative. When she opened the door they both smiled, however, the littles on the other side did not. "Good afternoon, I would like to see our son." Was all they got. This is going to be a long hard night. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Sorry for the delay, I've been in writers slump. I've gotten started on 18 already so hopefully it'll be faster than this one was. I'm hoping I can cover the rest of the story in about 12 chapters. We will see. I have 2 more major events planned. BB

I just noticed that I tend to suck my thumb while sorting diaper pics for each update. Its the only time I do it. What are your "little" quirks?

im guilty of this too hahah the worst for me is if someone clearly already has a big butt and then their pants/shorts look odd too. i get like lost in my head being like "well depends pull ups dont really poof like that....but megamax does have that definition like old baby diapers..." and then i snap out of it realizing ive been staring at a strangers butt for like 5 minutes hahah

After embarrassing himself in the sandbox Anthony is taken upstairs for a change where things get very steamy. --- If you enjoy my stories and would like to help support me writing them then I kindly ask you to check out my Patreon. I post all my updates a week earlier for patrons and there are 48 stories EXCLUSIVELY on my Patreon page! All the money on my Patreon goes towards paying bills, buying food and generally keeping a roof over my head and a nappy under my butt. Thank you to everyone who has a look at my Patreon and a special BIG thank you to those who choose to support me. It means the world. You can find my Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Anthony let out a little yelp as Fiona crouched down and put her hand on his shorts. He knew the game was up instantly, his accident was obvious and he couldn’t look Fiona in the face as she sniffed her finger and recoiled. “You’ve leaked.” Fiona’s voice was calm and steady. Scarily so. “It’s not my fault!” Anthony tried to be calm but he couldn’t help that his voice trembled slightly. “Not your fault!?” Fiona laughed, “I’m sorry, did Joey pee in your pants? Did I?” “No but-” Anthony started. “Get up.” Fiona ordered as she stood back, “I guess I should’ve known better than to trust a baby to tell their babysitter when they needed a new diaper.” Anthony wanted to argue back but to his shame he was scared. He was worried about what would happen if he didn’t do as he was told, he hated being tickled and didn’t want to be writhing on the ground again. He got up to his feet and winced as he felt a fresh river of pee spill out the side of his disposable. Much of it soaked into his shorts but the rest trickled slowly down his leg tickling him in its own way. As Anthony’s face turned red he saw Joey starting to laugh. The young man quickly covered his mouth and turned his face to the side but Anthony had already seen everything. His fists balled up and he had half a mind to march over and hit Joey. He was the one that started this whole mess after all! “Don’t even think about it.” Fiona had stepped forwards and grabbed Anthony’s arm. She was looking at him sternly, it reminded the diapered man of his wife in the scariest way possible. Fiona started pulling Anthony towards the house. He stumbled along behind her as she kept up a quick pace, his legs were pushed wide from the soaked padding and they rubbed against his thighs causing chafing. Joey was bringing up the rear and he felt like a prisoner being led somewhere by the guards. “W-Where are we going?” Anthony asked as they made their way towards the stairs. “Your nursery, of course.” Fiona replied, “I can’t have you dripping all over the floor like a leaky faucet.” Anthony fell silent. He knew he should’ve expected it but the idea of being changed by these two people who were half his age was something he would rather block from his mind. It was soon to be reality though and as they stepped into the nursery Fiona let go of his hand and walked across the room. Anthony slowly walked into his room and heard the door close as Joey walked in behind him. “Come on.” Fiona said as she patted the padded changing table top. Anthony really didn’t want to comply but he had no choice. It was the only way he was going to get a fresh diaper and if he didn’t do as he was told Jane would punish him for it later. He could already tell he had annoyed Fiona. When he reached the changing table Fiona stopped him. She gingerly undressed the larger man. As she peeled off his shorts she let out a disgusted sound. She handed it to Joey who quickly deposited it in the hamper. “Hop up.” Fiona said. Anthony felt so embarrassed. Wearing nothing but a diaper he awkwardly clambered up on to the table and laid back. He turned his head to face the wall, he couldn’t bear looking at the smug faces of the other two. When he heard the tapes being pulled off the diaper he shivered. As the front of the diaper was lifted off his body he had to turn his head away, to be exposed in front of these young people was almost enough to make him burst into tears. It was clear that Fiona had experience changing diapers. Just like Jane she was very quick to pull out the baby wipes and start cleaning Anthony’s crotch. To his absolute horror, as Fiona gently moved his penis out of the way to clean he could feel some excitement brewing. It wasn’t that he wanted to feel it, he just hadn’t had any sexual action in so long that it really didn’t take much to get him going. With the cleaning continuing Anthony felt Fiona’s hands brushing his member several times and each occasion caused him to swell up that little more until he was practically fully erect. No one said a word which made it all the more embarrassing. His erection stood straight up into the air like a soldier standing at attention. He felt like he should apologise but he didn’t, it wasn’t his fault he was in this situation after all! The more Fiona’s hands brushed his dick the more certain Anthony became that it was deliberate. When he let out a little moan it was met with laughter from Fiona who promptly pulled the diaper out from underneath him. Just like his wet shorts the diaper was handed to Joey who dropped it in the diaper pail. A new diaper was unfolded and slipped underneath Anthony. He winced as his still hard dick was flattened against him and the disposable was taped closed. Fiona took his hand and helped him off the table, he was led to his crib which he climbed inside without complaint. His babysitter lifted the side until the bars locked into place essentially imprisoning him. He let out a sigh as he knelt in just his diaper. “Where are you going?” Fiona asked as Joey turned to face the bedroom door. “Aren’t we done?” Joey asked in return. “Baby Anthony told us to get a room.” Fiona said, “This is the room.” “Huh?” Joey frowned. Fiona walked across the room slowly and bit her bottom lip. When she reached Joey she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. Anthony was watching all of this happen from the crib, the front of his diaper still tented out and he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. “F-Fiona…” Joey stuttered as Fiona pulled back. Anthony could see Joey was nervous but he could also see that Fiona was in total control. She put her hands on Joey’s shirt and then slowly let them drop until they reached the waistband of his pants. The young man looked very nervous and his eyes flitted over to Anthony and then back to his girlfriend. Fiona took the waistband of Joey’s pants in her hands and pulled down. In a flash Joey’s diaper was exposed and his hands immediately went to cover the front of it as his widened in fear. “Don’t worry.” Fiona said quietly, “Just let Mommy make you feel good.” Anthony’s eyes were growing as wide as Joey’s now. She wasn’t going to do what he thought she was, right? Fiona leaned forwards and her lips were placed on Joey’s again. They kissed as Anthony watched like a voyeur, he wanted to turn away and yet at the same time he couldn’t. This was happening right in front of him after all. He watched as one of her hands went behind Joey’s head and the other went down to his padding where it squeezed the front. After around a minute of making out Fiona, still kissing her boyfriend passionately, started pulling at the tapes. Anthony saw Joey frown but he didn’t break the kiss. The second tape came off the padding and the diaper sagged slightly. Joey looked at Anthony again with anxious eyes. The older man couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him, he almost didn’t notice when his hand went down to his own diaper and pressed against it. The final tape came off the diaper and it dropped to the ground. Anthony didn’t know what annoyed him more, the fact that Joey was still dry when he had been leaking everywhere or that the young man’s dick was bigger than his own. Joey audibly whined even as the kiss continued, Fiona finally pulled away. “Like what you see?” Fiona asked as she looked back and saw Anthony staring at Joey’s crotch. Anthony looked away sheepishly. He hadn’t realised he had been staring. Fiona laughed and turned back to her blushing boyfriend. She stood close to him and with one hand she started playing with Joey’s penis. She was leaning into him and whispering in his ear. Anthony couldn’t hear what she was saying but the effect was obvious as Joey’s prick slowly expanded to its full size. Fiona took Joeys hand and led him over towards the changing table. Anthony was watching like this was some kind of live porn performed for him. His hand pressed harder against the front of his diaper. Fiona lowered her skirt revealing a very skimpy pair of red lacy panties. When her shirt was pulled over her head it revealed a matching bra. Anthony’s eyes almost popped out of his head as the gorgeous woman undressed in front of him. He saw Joey look his way and then back at his girlfriend. “A-Are you sure…” Joey asked. “What’s he going to do?” Fiona asked as she reached behind her back, “If he breathes a word of this to his Mommy who do you think she’ll believe? Do you think Jane would even care?” Anthony ruefully had to agree with Fiona’s assessment of the situation. If it ever came down to his word against someone else’s he was fairly sure he would end up on the losing side of the argument more often than not. He was soon distracted from his sulking as Fiona’s bra fell free. Anthony was almost drooling as he saw Fiona’s breasts freed from their confines. They were a little large for her frame but they looked perfect. “I think the baby is hungry again.” Fiona smirked. She put her hands on her boobs and jiggled them a little, “Sorry, little one, no milk for you in these.” Anthony was red in the face and his dick was straining inside his diaper desperate to be free. That was only made worse when Fiona bent over, surely deliberately pointing her ass towards Anthony, and she pulled her panties down leaving her naked. Anthony was almost whining like a puppy that was being teased. He watched as if mesmerised as Fiona hopped up and sat on the edge of the changing table. With a single finger she beckoned Joey forwards to her. Joey still looked nervous but Anthony couldn’t have been more jealous. When Joey reached Fiona she turned the finger she had been using to call him over and pointed down at her crotch. It seemed Joey didn’t need any more instructions. With a wide open mouth Anthony could only stare between the bars as Joey started going to town. He leaned forwards and hooked Fiona’s thighs with his arms and then placed his mouth against her opening. Fiona stared directly at Anthony as she put a hand on the back of Joey’s head and pulled him closer. Anthony was rubbing the front of his diaper now and even Fiona’s judgmental glare couldn’t stop him. Every now and then Joey head moved back from Fiona a little and Anthony could see his tongue working on her expertly, he’d clearly had a lot of practice. “Good boy.” Fiona said to Joey as she leaned back a little but kept her hand on his head. Anthony felt like a Peeping Tom as he watched the illicit action in front of him. He never went down on his Mommy, it wasn’t that he found it gross particularly, it was because he had always been lazy. He never wanted to put in effort if it didn’t directly result in pleasure for himself. These days he didn’t get a chance for any sexual activity, watching his babysitters here was the most sexual action he had experienced since his enforced babyhood started. It wasn’t long before Fiona’s head was tossed back and she was looking up towards the ceiling. She was moaning and as her chest went up and down Anthony stared at her breasts that glistened slightly from sweat. Between her legs Joey was working without tiring, his dick stood at full attention and ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice. The difference between Joey’s manhood standing proud and free versus Anthony’s that was locked up in his cramped diaper was extreme. Anthony was still rubbing the front of his diaper. He had moved both his hands to the front and was using his forehead to lean against the bars. He knew how desperate he must look but his need was so great that he didn’t care. “Enough.” Fiona said. Her voice was deeper and thicker now. Her cheeks were rosy coloured and she was breathing heavily. Joey came up for air and stood in front of his girlfriend. He raised a hand and used the back of it to wipe his mouth, he was panting slightly like he had been so intently focused on his task he hadn’t even paused for breath. Fiona laid back and gestured for him to come closer. Anthony whined, he would’ve given anything to be in Joey’s position. The forbidden pleasure that was denied to Anthony was spread open before Joey. “Not yet...” Fiona teased Joey as she reached a hand down and inserted a finger into herself. It effectively covered up what Joey was desperate to dive into. Anthony watched as Fiona’s attention turned towards him again. He looked down in shame as she smirked condescendingly. He slowed down his frantic rubbing but didn’t stop as he submissively looked away from Fiona. “You want to make cummies in your diaper?” Fiona called out to Anthony as she continued to play with herself. Anthony was burning with shame as he slowly nodded his head. How had he been reduced to this? “You have permission…” Fiona’s smirk grew wider as Anthony looked up hopefully, “If you fill your diaper first.” “But…” Anthony started. “Those are the terms.” Fiona stopped Anthony before he could argue his case, “And if you don’t do as I say I’ll tell your Mommy and I’m sure she’d be VERY upset with you.” Anthony gulped. Now his choice was stark. He could either continue to enjoy himself and get the only sexual gratification he had experienced in months or he could refuse to debase himself and be left even more frustrated. The third option was disobeying Fiona’s instructions but that hardly seemed like a choice when the consequences would be… severe. “What’s it to be?” Fiona asked. Her hand came away from her crotch and she reached forwards to Joey’s still rock hard penis. Anthony was cringing but already had his mind made up. He didn’t know when he would get another opportunity, he would be a fool to pass this one up. He had been kneeling next to the side of the crib but now he brought his feet underneath him and lifted into a squatting position. He didn’t feel any desperate need to go but he did feel he could make something happen. With closed eyes Anthony pushed down and into his diaper. He felt movement, he felt gas and then something much more solid. He held his breath and tried to stop himself from picturing the other two watching him debase himself. After a couple of seconds his hole opened up and a lump of poop pushed its way out. He spread his legs a little as it slid out of him and then settled into the seat of his padding. Anthony would’ve loved to have stopped there but now that he had started he knew there was more to come. He took another breath and pushed down again. This time several softer lumps were pushed out of him and into the back of the diaper. By the time he was done he had a significant load sitting in the back of his disposable. “Good boy.” Fiona mockingly praised Anthony, “You may rub your diaper.” Anthony almost thanked the younger woman but stopped himself. He had tears in his eyes from how humiliated he was but he didn’t regret his decision at all. It was an opportunity he had to take and as he opened his eyes he saw Fiona leaning back on the table. Joey had stepped forwards until his manhood was resting on his girlfriend’s entrance. The young man looked around, he seemed unsure, but his little head overruled his big head and he pushed forwards and slowly entered Fiona. Having fulfilled his obligations Anthony had got back on his knees and was noisily rubbing his diaper again. Every movement of the disposable going backwards and forwards was now rubbing his mess against him. In truth having to stop and fill his diaper had killed his mood a bit but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to take any enjoyment from this scene. “Mmm…” Fiona moaned as Joey slid into her. Anthony saw Joey reposition his girlfriend a little. He pushed her legs a little further open and bit his lip as he started pulling out and then pushing in again. Anthony watched as if transfixed. He wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of pornography but he was sure he’d never seen anything that turned him on so much, though that was likely more due to how desperate he was than anything else. “Fill me up, baby.” Fiona said moaned as she arched her back. This was all happening on Anthony’s changing table. He already knew that in the future whenever he was having his diaper changed he would flashback to this. When he was having his butt wiped by Jane he would know he was lying on the spot that Joey was about to climax into the woman he loved, something Anthony could only dream of doing. As Joey pounded Fiona harder Anthony rubbed the front of his padding faster. He stared as Joey’s dick slid in and out of his girlfriend like a piston. He was transfixed by the woman in front of him, Anthony assumed that from the young man’s point of view the rest of the world had seemingly melted away. Fiona panted and moaned as she arched her back and thrust her hips out for Joey to push into. Anthony had to admit he didn’t think the young man had it in him but he was getting reactions out of Fiona that Anthony hadn’t made any women make. Then again, he had never been particularly interested in the pleasure of his lover. Anthony let out a low moan of his own as he felt an orgasm starting to build. He started rubbing himself as hard as he could without a thought for how depraved he looked. He grit his teeth and leaned forwards as he thrust into his hands. “I need to pull-out…” Joey gasped to Fiona, “I’m gonna cum…” “Cum inside me.” Fiona replied and then bit her bottom lip. “Wha…!? But…” Joey was gasping but his girlfriend’s words combined with his own arousal were overpowering his brain. Anthony watched as he reached the edge of his own climax. Fiona lifted her legs and wrapped them around Joey’s midsection essentially pinning him to her. The male babysitter gasped and then grunted as he pushed as deep into his Fiona as he could get. At the same time he leaned over forwards and the woman kissed him passionately, all the while Joey was still pumping his seed into her. Anthony’s orgasm hit at almost the same moment as Joey’s. He grunted and felt his dick pump a few times as his own sticky liquid erupted out of him and into the front of his messy diaper. He started feeling shame almost before he had even finished cumming. Whilst watching two people have normal sex he had been furiously humping his poopy diaper. The high of his first orgasm in months was quickly lost in regret and humiliation. As Anthony was lost in his thoughts Joey pulled out of Fiona and the pair set about cleaning themselves up. It was almost like Anthony wasn’t there to them, they took their time and stopped multiple times to kiss, meanwhile Anthony sank back into a sitting position and felt the mess in his diaper squish against him. “Could you throw me my bra?” Fiona asked. Joey picked up the bra that was by his feet and tossed it over to his girlfriend. Once Fiona was dressed she helped Joey up on to the changing table and put him into a fresh diaper. It looked like such a loving exchange with both of them smiling and being warm towards one another. Anthony could only watch on jealously. Joey was soon dressed and the couple held hands as they started making their way out of the nursery. “Hey!” Anthony called out. He quickly shuffled forwards on his knees until he was up against the bars, “Where are you going?” “Downstairs.” Fiona replied, “I’ve worked up quite the appetite.” “You can’t leave me here!” Anthony whined. The air around him smelled foul even to himself. “I think I can.” Fiona responded with a chuckle. Anthony gripped the bars of the crib harder as he felt anger and impotent frustration course through him. He watched as Fiona gave Joey another little kiss and then led him towards the door. “Can… Can you at least change me?” Anthony practically begged. “I don’t think so.” Fiona shook her head sadly as if the decision were out of her hands, “I’ll leave that one for your Mommy.” “But-…” Anthony started. It was too late. Fiona had left the room and she had taken Joey with her. The door was closed behind them and Anthony was left sitting in his crib in the silence with only his memories to keep him company. His diaper was sticky both front and back but the worst part was that there was nothing he could do about any of it. --- If you want to read what happens next RIGHT NOW you can find the next part of the story here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cuckolding-of-87974065

@Solomon_Wishes You’re not the only one; I have the same bad habit except my habit has shifted from looking for people in diapers to people with braces, it's starting to annoy me that I keep doing it. I still have a way to go in breaking the habit, but one solution that I find helps is to simply not look when I see a potential candidate who might wear diapers or braces or whatever.

Chapter 44: Dusty BETH WOKE UP in the strange room and had a moment of panic with the large woman shaking her awake in what amounted to a nursery from her nightmares! “What?!?” She started. “Shh, sorry to scare you, dear,” Amanda said to her. “Sorry, I forgot where I was,” Beth breathed, her heart rate decreasing as she realized it was just Amanda. “No worries; I figured you would want to get a shower before everyone starts getting here, though.” “Oh, right. How long until the party?” “About two hours, and Meggy’s guests should be showing up.” “Okay, I’ll get that shower then,” she told her. “Is Connor up already?” She asked curiously. “He’s out swimming,” she told her. “Oh, I wish I’d known; I would have gone with him?” “I’m sure he’ll go tomorrow; I’ll make sure and wake you up when I get him up.” “Thanks!” After Amanda left, Beth started her morning routine and decided she might as well wash her hair while she was in a nice home bathroom. Amanda and Fred had clearly spared no expense in setting up the bathroom to care for a Little with a big tub! She couldn’t help but wish she had the same luxurious multi-nozzle shower, complete with AI controls, back home! The control panel was set at a lower level that Beth had to admit was easier to use than the ones back home. Eventually, she was slightly embarrassed when she realized how long she’d been in the shower! Knowing what she had been told about it being a ‘princess’ party, Beth decided she’d wear the casual dress she’d brought. ‘Definitely not a princess dress, though,’ she thought with a smirk. She began thinking of the over-the-top frilly dresses she had insisted a princess must wear to her birthday parties until she was nine. That was when, unfortunately, the last time she had invited Tasha, the girl who would be her nemesis through high school. She’d seen Beth’s beautiful dress, but instead of complimenting it, insisted it meant she was nothing but a Little who would just grow up to wear diapers the rest of her life. Beth had started crying but was too afraid to tell on Tasha when her mom tried to figure out why Beth was in tears. It only escalated through high school since she got away with it once. Tasha, who grew to be nearly twelve feet tall, was the worst offender at bullying Littles. ‘Sadistic bitch,’ Beth thought as she pulled the dress over her head. Even with the stricter rules about adoption back home, the witch still somehow adopted a pair of ‘twins’ the day after graduation. She had felt horrified to see Tasha pushing them around in a stroller with locking pacifiers stuffed in their mouths. Shaking the memory from her head, Beth finished her hair and makeup to make her look like a typical college girl heading out for an afternoon of fun. As she came down the stairs to find breakfast, she found Meggy, Connor, and Bella all sitting in highchairs with plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and cut-up pancakes, with Amanda and Megan alternating feeding their daughters and doing last-minute party prep. They were having a rather animated conversation, it seemed. “Connor, it’s a PWINCESS party! You have to be a PWINCESS to attend!” Meggy was telling her nephew. “I guess I can just go work on homework?” He suggested. “No, you’re my nephew; you have to come to the party!” “But I’m not a girl? So, I can’t be a princess?” he said, turning red as he saw Beth. “Beth, you have to save me here?” He laughed and squirmed with embarrassment. “Save you from what?” She found herself asking. “Meggy thinks I need to wear a princess dress to attend her party?” Beth smirked and inwardly squirmed about the idea, “Well, of course! Remember, she’s the birthday princess, so what she says is a royal decree today. Do you have a pretty princess dress?” I LOOKED UP at Beth and stuttered, “I’m a boy; of course, I don’t have a dress?” Even as I said it, I knew participating would probably be fun. There was no way I could just agree to it, though! “So, if you had a dress, you would participate?” Beth asked me. “But I don…” “If you had one,” she smirked and approached my chair, “would you?” “If I say no…?” “I have ways of torturing you?” She said, wiggling her fingers, “And you’re trapped in that seat all vulnerable?” I gulped. “I guess?” “Yay! That’s settled then!” Meggy smiled. “I still don’t have a dress?” I reminded her. “Yes, you do,” Bella smiled at me. Aunt Megan came in right then, holding two dresses on hangars that looked like something from a storybook. Both dresses featured wide skirts that seemed puffed out with tulle or something. I noticed one was larger than the other, so at first, I thought one was Bella’s until I realized she was already wearing hers? “The purple one is yours, Connor, and the green one is Beth’s,” Bella informed us. “Wait? That’s for…?” Beth stuttered. I looked at her, “Guess you have to participate too, huh?” That did it, she really did tickle me then, and it took everything I had to not pee my pull-up! “Finish up your breakfast, and you two can go get dressed. Shelby is coming over to help Connor out in a moment. I swear she probably put up as much of a fight about the dress as Connor has…?” Bella said. “More, I think,” Shelby’s voice said behind me. I couldn’t turn much in the chair, but when I did, she was dressed in what seemed to be a similar dress but in a lighter shade of pink. “The color doesn’t help, Mom; you know I hate baby pink!” “Where’s Ryan?” I asked. “Ran away to a work project,” Shelby said. “Guess you weren’t fast enough, Connor!” I sighed, “Literally tied up here,” I pointed to the harness. She just giggled in response. I thought about just taking forever to eat, but given Beth had already devoured her plate. So had Shelby, who had just arrived, while I still had some bacon. I decided then I’d performed enough of a show of a fight. I was let down from the table, and Beth said, “Shall we take care of the ugly duckling first?” “Hey, I’m not that ugly,” I griped while Shelby giggled. “I haven’t seen you much over the years, Beth, but you and I will get along just fine!” A SHORT WHILE later, I found myself sitting on a chair in Beth’s room, which was technically Shelby’s. “Connor, why don’t you hit the bathroom before we start?” Beth suggested to me. I sighed but stood up and went to her bathroom first, carefully hopping onto the slightly taller toilet and then returning after washing my hands. “Good girl,” Beth smirked. Even as a part of me cheered, I gave in to the need to stick my tongue out at her! Shelby laughed, “Okay, let’s take care of your hair first. Fortunately for us, you have plenty of it!” “Try not to do too many braids? It took me forever this morning to get the ones out from last night!” I gave a pointed look at Beth. She giggled, “Whatever Her Highness desires! I’m thinking curls?” “I like that! Curling iron or use nanite spray?” “I like doing it the old-fashioned way,” Beth told her. “Do you have one?” “Give me a minute to dig it out,” she said as she went into the duffle she’d brought over. I looked as she started placing something like a curling iron from back home that my sisters would use but seemed cordless. “What else do you have in there?” Beth asked her. “I brought my SkinSync makeup,” she said. “I figured we could use the big guns on her.” “I am here, you guys!” I griped. “Really? We hadn’t noticed,” Shelby smirked at me. I sighed, “You sound just like Riley!” “We’ve got to find a way for us to meet!” Shelby smiled. “Now, just close your eyes, and Beth can start on your hair. I’ll program your face, and we’ll get you all prettied up!” I felt I had to do my best to seem like I hated what Beth was doing, but the truth was, it was my favorite thing when my sisters decided I needed to be their doll. Last night when Beth did my hair, it was similar to when they would just be bored. My sisters doing my makeup or something had always been fun, even if I had to put up the requisite fight to protect them knowing I was enjoying it. Dressing me up didn’t happen, but once we all hit high school and got busy with our own activities. I found myself just sitting there and began nodding off slightly. At the same time, my hair was pulled and twisted this way and that, even as I wistfully remembered times with my sisters. AS BETH WAS working on Connor’s hair, she was quickly discovering something she hadn’t known about herself… She found this… appealing. The idea of dating Connor wasn’t completely abhorrent once she realized her proportional size compared to him, and her mom’s to her dad was almost identical. But, to have him willingly let her do this to him? She was finding herself aroused by the activity! ‘I may need to do laundry tomorrow, actually,’ she thought as her body reacted. ‘With everyone watching me so closely…’ However, she turned her head back to Connor and admired the curling iron Shelby had brought up with her. It was one of the newest ones that could change the diameter while using it with some sort of holo-field-like projection. They were lightyears ahead of the old hot ones her mom had used as a kid. These also used a special electrical charge to form the hair to the curl you wanted without using an entire can of hairspray. She soon had a combination of thin tendrils of rings on the top side of Connor’s head and wavy barrel curls at the bottom. She grabbed it back and forth, “Up or down, do you think?” She asked Shelby. “Definitely down, can’t have her looking too grown up!” Beth laughed at that. “How many of these parties have you been subjected to?” “As the birthday girl or as a cousin?” Beth looked down at the shorter girl, “Either?” “At least ten as the birthday girl. I would guess seventeen of them as the guest?” She shook her head, “No, probably more than that. Mom’s other sisters liked to do these silly things too.” “Liked to do?” Connor suddenly spoke up. “Well, Aunt Chloe died when I was seven, and so I stopped having to go extra ones then.” “What happened?” Connor asked, “I guess since Mom never had positive things to say about her, I forgot she wasn’t there last weekend? I don’t know if Mom knows she died?” “Yeah, I’ve heard she used to be a real witch when your mom was here, so Grandma might not have mentioned it, to be honest. Chloe was going to pick up her daughters from daycare one afternoon, and a manual-driving moron ran a red light. She was killed instantly, from what Mom has said.” “What about her… daughters?” Connor asked. Shelby smiled, “Well, it was pretty rough for them for a week or so. Aunt Chloe didn’t have a will in place, so there was no clear picture of who they went to.” “Ouch,” I said. “Yeah, I was pretty young, so I don’t remember much of the story, but they were severely restrained during that time. Great-Grandpa Joe and Grandma fought for them and managed to gain custody of them as the nearest relatives.” “They’re not here, though?” Beth asked. She shook her head, “Nope, apparently, they gave them an option of moving to an island my Great-Aunt Hannah lived on. We took a family vacation to bring them there and settle them in.” She smiled, “They had beautiful beaches there! And a waterpark!” Beth smiled at her, “Why didn’t your mom and you guys stay there too?” She shrugged, “For all that is horrible about being forced to be a babied Little, Mom wasn’t getting much of that once we were born. Really since before then, when they were home, they pretty much treated her like an older kid. They’d only done as much as needed before due to that stupid Venture group going after her because of her parents.” “Huh?” Beth asked. Connor looked at her, “I’ll explain later; it’s more my mom’s story.” “Anyway, how is the programming going there, Shelby?” she asked. “Almost there; it’s kind of a weird look to do work in their systems since normally makeup at our age is about making you look older! I just want the look to be more age-appropriate for today. You almost done with her hair?” “Pretty much,” Beth said, finding one last strand out of place. “She could use something more in her hair. I’m going to go grab some hair things I saw in her mom’s old things.” “Her?” Connor asked. “Duh, if you’re a princess, you’re being made an honorary girl for the day!” Shelby said. “While you’re grabbing them, I’ll start getting her makeup on her.” I SAT STILL for a long time and talked with the two of them. I’d been incredibly intrigued as Shelby had been doing something with her phone and a canister after taking a closeup picture of my face. “There! That should do it!” Shelby said. I watched as she opened the canister and revealed… “That’s just a makeup brush?” She held the short but broad makeup brush in her hand and shook her head, “Not exactly, these brush on, but it’s not just a makeup brush. Each strand excretes nanites that will pigment the skin in just the right way when activated. You have to program them first, brush them on, then activate them with the app. Close your eyes now,” she told me. I was genuinely curious as this seemed like an overkill application for nanites! The brush felt weird to me as she ran it across every corner of my face and around my jaw. It sometimes tickled, and I nearly sneezed as she did my nose. “Stop being such a baby!” Shelby joked at that. “There, you can open your eyes to see this in the mirror. I’ve used this for years and still find it amazingly cool to watch!” I opened my eyes and stared in the mirror. Shelby pressed a button on the phone, and between the hair and makeup, I no longer looked anything like Connor. My lips were stained red, a bit deeper than my normal color. My eyes, though, looked to have darker eyelashes, thinner eyebrows, and a light dusting of glittery eyeshadow. Across my face, the skin was smoothed out like I had seen my sisters after they used concealer, foundation, and powder. There was just a hint of blush that looked like it was applied to the perfect spots on my cheeks. In a word, I really looked pretty! For about two seconds, that is! My skin began to itch worse than anything I’d ever experienced, and a dust cloud suddenly fell off my face! “Wha…?!?” Shelby said. Beth must have returned right then because she finished it, “What the hell?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 
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Hi family! I'm not really sure if there's already a thread like this out here in the forums. But I wanted to know what everyone's go-to diapy is for everyday use. I eventually plan on going 24/7 in diapys but the problem is I generally go poopies 3 or 4 times a day. So I would like a diapy that could be inexpensive for that, but still have higher quality and more absorbency because I do go pee-pees a lot. I was thinking maybe a betterdry or a megamax.🤔 What do you guys think? Oh, and I like my diapies to be nice and tall and thick and crinkly with lots of noise. Just my personal preference.😁😉♥️🙂 Oh, and by the way I told my counselor that I was ABDL and she was SO accepting, it felt AMAZING to be myself. I don't regret it at all!😃

Hey guys! I’m new here. I’ve been wearing diapers for several months now. I never understood the joys of bed wetting until recently. Holy cow. It’s totally wonderful. And I have been getting great sleep lately. I’m pretty sure I am waking up, wetting and then going right back to sleep. But this morning I woke up pretty wet and only recall one time. I think I have had my first real bed wetting experience. My husband also loves me waking up wet so it’s win/win. I’m a teacher and have been changing from a dry pull up or panties as soon a I get home into a thinner diaper until bedtime when I change into a MegaMax. It seems as soon as I get in my diaper, my body immediately knows it is safe. Today, in the middle of class, I had a little dribble accident in my pull-up - just kinda happened out of nowhere. Surely my body isn’t already accustomed to diapers??? I do not have a desire to become daytime incontinent- I enjoy swimming in the summertime and beaches way TOO MUCH. Plus, my job is demanding and around little ones. However, becoming a true bedwetter would be just fine, I’ve decided. But, I do enjoy wearing in the daytime frequently. Any advice from those of you who still have daytime continence? I just never imagined I’d love wetting at night as much as I do.

Tena Slip Active Fit Maxi is my go to diaper although they ain't super thick and noisy and all that so you might be better off with Megamax or ABU or something. Congrats on your counselor being supportive.

My goto is still Bambino Belissimo, with Northshore as a close second. Glad your counselor was supportive!

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Great to have you back, and here's hoping that you had a relaxing vacation. So, we are getting close to the end, and it's looking more and more like this is an interagency turf war-- with the doctors possibly planning to betray their boss and ship Janice and Tina out of the country to destination unknown? One thing I don't see is the connection between Miss Brand and the doctors. Was this coming up when Miss Brand had to leave the room? Where is our feckless agent heading? It should be to his superior, not to the doctors. Hope so, because this would get Gray and crew out of the loop, and leave it to the three captives on the inside and the unlikely team of ladies at Edna's house on the outside to stage the rescue. Like Edna, I wouldn't trust Gray for a second, and if she knows about the real life LSD experiments, she may never have trusted him.

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Impulses are hard to navigate, especially ones built up over time. When it comes to habits, I've found you can't really "remove" them, but you can replace them. For example, I had an impulse to check my DeviantArt and Tumblr pages first thing every morning, and now I do yoga and that has squashed the "need" to check on them. If you're out in public and can feel the "need" to check for nappy wearing, try replacing it with noticing something else. It could be anything: what's on the shelves, the sound of people chatting, the colour of the walls. It may help to swerve the impulse to check for nappy wearing by focusing on checking something else.

This morning after I got out of bed in my wet Magnifico diaper, I went downstairs and while in the kitchen getting coffee, I just relaxed and messed my diaper. The emotional and physical cathartic sensations were intense and sooo pleasurable: a dialectic of innocence and naughtiness, adult vs child, responsible vs irresponsible, wet, warm, squishy, slippery. All in all, I can simply say Happy Sunday morning. I won't change for several hours and actually plan to get my morning exercise in my wet and messy diaper. Thank goodness for Vaseline and Baby Magic Lotion!!

Hortensia was very easy to keep entertained. Once Matilda had flicked on the telly for her, she had become transfixed, even more than usual. Matilda hadn’t been sure that was even possible, but getting her attention had proved almost futile. One down and one to go. Miss Honey on the other hand proved to be much more of a challenge. She had lost interest in the screen as soon as Carol had left and now had Matilda running room to room trying to keep her in check. No, she didn’t need to go to the store, no, she didn’t need to go to the school, and, although it had taken all of Matilda’s willpower to stop her, she didn’t need to make cookies. Matilda did not, however, have the willpower to keep her from ordering pizza. Her stomach had growled loudly at the idea, and even Hortensia had snapped her head away from the screen when she heard Miss Honey mention pizza. Matilda’s mouth nearly dropped when she answered the door. How much had her mom ordered? The girl at the door kept handing her box after box until Matilda’s head was nearly covered. She staggered back to the kitchen and placed the spread on the table. “Hungry?” Matilda asked dumbfounded. There were three pizzas, breadsticks, cinnamon sticks, soda and wings. “Carol’s going to think we had a party.” She couldn’t help but giggle as she watched Miss Honey take a large bite and began to moan. “Everything sounded so good. I couldn’t decide.” So the munchies weren't just a story trope. After one slice, one breadsticks and two cinnamon sticks, Matilda thought she would burst, but these two seemed to be bottomless pits. She watched in both captivated awe and bewilderment as they tore in like wild, starved animals while Jennifer talked animatedly about her ideas for the new school year on deaf ears. “What are you making?” Jennifer asked. Hortensia had been intently folding and unfolding her napkin. “An airplane.” Hortensia said. She held up the finished product before tossing it into the air. Matilda watched as it nose-dived into the ground. “Hold that thought.” Jennifer said before springing to her feet. Matilda watched her dig through a drawer before returning with scraps of paper and markers. “Miss Honey’s letting me make paper airplanes? Woah.” Hortensia said. “We’re not in school.” Jennifer said. “So you can stop calling me Miss Honey.” “If you stop calling me Hortensia.” “That’s literally your name.” Matilda said. “Yeah, but I hate it. ‘Tens’ is fine. How’d you like to be called a whore?” Matilda watched curiously as something seemed to flash behind Miss Honey’s eyes. Pain? Anger? But before Matilda could figure it out, the look was gone. “Okay, Tens, show me how to make one.” The next twenty minutes was spent making paper airplanes and throwing them across the kitchen before Jennifer announced they should have a contest. “Winner gets to pick a movie.” They each stood on top of their chairs, paper airplanes in hand. Jennifer was up first, she threw it and it glided across the kitchen before smashing into the refrigerator. Next was Hortensia. Hers looked the most impressive, she had colored it and written across the side The Horsetensia. It expertly flew around the room and out the kitchen before landing on the couch. “Wow! That was so good!” Jennifer said in awe. Hortensia bowed from atop her chair. “That’s because she spends more time making paper airplanes during class than doing school work.” Matilda said with a giggle. “You’re just jealous.” Hortensia said, nodding towards the sad excuse for an airplane Matilda had clutched in her own hand. “What’s that supposed to be?” Matilda frowned. She was terrible at this sort of thing. Her hands could never do what she saw in her head. “It’ll still go farther than yours.” Matilda said. “Prove it.” “If I win. No movie.” Matilda said with a grin. “You have to read me a comic.” “Pshh. Deal.” Hortensia said. “That thing’ll never fly.” With a confident smirk, Matilda threw it and it soared laps around the kitchen. The three of them watched it fly out, and into the living room sailing far past the Horsetensia. The older girl stared slack jawed in shock, until the light in her head finally flicked on. “You little cheater! You’re using your powers!” Matilda cackled. “You never said I couldn’t.” Matilda said with a grin as Jennifer chuckled. “Yeah, well, I don’t have a comic so, ha!” Hortensia said. “You still win, Tens.” Jennifer said with a smile. “Go pick something.” “She’ll pick a superhero movie, watch.” Matilda whispered as they climbed down from their chairs. Sure enough, by the time they reached the living room, Hortensia was holding a Batman VHS. “Matilda, fetch me Rover!” Hortensia said from her spot curled on the couch while Jennifer was setting up the VCR. “And a blanket!” “Since when are you willing to be spotted with your stuffed dog?” Matilda chuckled. “Secrets out.” Hortensia grumbled. “I feel funny. I want him.” “Whose fault is that? You weren't supposed to eat them.” Matilda hissed. “Couldn't help it.” Hortensia said before yawning. “She wasn’t supposed to eat what?” Jennifer asked. She turned to face the girls. Matilda made a strategic exit to fetch blankets. “Matilda! Matilda, get back here!” She turned towards Hortensia, who curled into a tighter ball. “Did…did you two plan this?!” “No, not…really.” Hortensia mumbled. “Not really? What does that mean?” Jennifer demanded. “I found them yesterday when I was looking for snacks.” Hortensia said. “And you told Matilda about them?” Jennifer guessed. Now her head was starting to spin as well. She needed to sit down. “Matilda!” Matilda slowly made her way back into the living room carrying blankets and sporting a look that screamed guilty. “It’s not everyday you catch someone from school with drugs.” Hortensia said. “Of course I told her.” “Then how did they end up in the pancakes?” Jennifer asked, trying to be stern. “Hortensia said she caught you crying last night.” Matilda said softly. Jennifer took a long, slow breath before letting it out. “You had another nightmare.” “Yes. And? What about that made you think putting drugs in everyone’s breakfast was okay?” “I read it's supposed to help with anxiety.” Matilda admitted. “And I knew you wouldn’t try it...” “Matilda! That’s…No, Matilda! You can’t just do that! You can’t tamper with people’s food! It’s illegal!” Jennifer said. She waved a hand through her hair feeling horrified. She really did do it on purpose! Carol had been right! “You could have made everyone sick!” “You do it to me all the time!” Matilda said with a frown. “You put medicine in my drink, you’ve hid pills in my pudding...” “That’s not the same thing!” Jennifer said. “I just wanted to give you medicine so you’d feel better.” Matilda said. “How was it not the same thing?” “You could have made Hortensia and yourself very sick! Not just you two, but if anything had happened… Matilda, I could lose my job!” Jennifer said. “More importantly, I could lose you!” “She wasn’t supposed to eat any of it.” Matilda said, throwing a glare at Hortensia. “Giving children medicine is a parent's job, not yours! It doesn’t go both ways!” “That’s such a double standard!” Matilda said with a scowl. “Matilda, you’re smarter than this! How could you do something so reckless, and… and…stupid!” “I just wanted you to feel better!” Matilda said, tears filling her eyes. “Promise me, Matilda, promise me you’ll never do something like this again!” “Okay.” Matilda mumbled, head hung down. “No, look me in the eyes and promise me!” “I promise.” “Thank you.” Jennifer said with a shaky breath before collapsing onto the sofa. “Let’s just watch the movie for now.” Matilda sniffled and wiped her face before pulling herself onto the sofa and cuddling up next to Hortensia. “Why are you so close? Get your own seat.” Hortensia mumbled. Jennifer noticed Hortensia made no attempt to push her away. Ugh, why did they have to go and look so cute together after the shit they just pulled? …. After thirty minutes, Jennifer could no longer stay focused on the film. She kept forgetting everything that had just happened and nothing seemed to make sense. She looked over at the girls who both seemed sacked out. Now seemed like a good time to check out that bathtub Carol had told her about. She pushed herself up, silently cursing the spins as she stood. She looked over as Matilda opened her eyes and gave her a questioning look. “I’m going to take a bath. Go back to sleep.” Jennifer whispered. Matilda closed her eyes and curled herself closer to Hortensia. “You guys are lucky you're cute.” Jennifer grumbled as she picked up the fallen blanket and covered the both of them. She stood and made her way past Carol’s room and into the master bathroom. “Oh. My. God.” She whispered before letting out a low whistle. “Jackpot.” The bathtub in question was massive! It was practically a jacuzzi. It even had jets! She had never seen anything like it. It was so deep. Jennifer grinned as she reached over and turned on the water. She watched for a few minutes as the tub began to fill before she began to undress. She turned her body to throw her shirt away only to freeze in place. …. Matilda awoke to an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She blinked and sat up, wiping the drool away from her face with the back of her hand. Was she sick? Had she eaten too much pizza? She frowned as she tried to focus on the feeling. No, that wasn’t it. What was wrong? And where was Jenny? She realized what the feeling was. Panic. She spun her head around. Where was she? “Mom?” Matilda yelled. She stood up and made her way to the back of the house. She peeked her head in the spare room. Maybe she was taking a nap? Nope. Hadn’t she said something about taking a bath earlier? She tried the bathroom, but she wasn’t there either. She hadn’t left had she? Carol had given her one job! Matilda frowned as she heard it. Crying. She swallowed nervously and followed the sound. “Mom?” Matilda found her half naked, sitting on the floor with her bare back against the tub and her head buried in her knees. “Mom? What’s wrong? I thought you were going to take a bath.” Matilda said before sitting next to her on the floor. This only seemed to upset Jenny more. “Are you feeling sick?” Jenny shook her head and pointed. Matilda looked, but all she saw was the floor to ceiling mirrors that covered the wall. She stared at their reflection for a moment, confused, until realization dawned on her. Miss Honey didn’t like mirrors. She always covered the bathroom mirror, especially when she had to undress. There was no covering this mirror though. It was massive. Matilda stood and stuck her arm in the bathtub. The water was still warm. “Close your eyes.” Matilda whispered. She helped her stand up with some difficulty. Jennifer began to fight when Matilda tried to tug down her underwear. “It’s okay, don’t panic. I’m going to guide you in.” Jennifer whimpered, but let Matilda finish. “Swing your leg up and over. Hold onto the side with your other hand. There.” Matilda breathed a sigh of relief as Jennifer’s torso disappeared underneath the water. “You can open your eyes. You can’t see it from there.” Matilda watched her for a moment to make sure she’d be okay. “Just yell when you want to get out.” She turned to leave, but Jennifer stopped her. “Please stay.” Jennifer said softly. “Are you sure?” Matilda asked. Her mom was very private when it came to these sorts of things. Jennifer nodded. “I don’t think I want to be alone right now.” Matilda sat on the tile that wrapped around the tub with the shampoo bottles. “Join me. There’s plenty of space.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” Matilda asked. “Flashback.” Jennifer said softly, averting her gaze, before frowning. “I think.” “You think?” Matilda asked as she pulled her own clothes off before tossing them on the floor with the others. “Woah.” She said as she climbed in. The water went up to her neck! “Right? It’s nice.” Jennifer said. “It could do without the mirrors though.” “What happened?” Matilda asked. She didn’t think her mom was going to answer, but finally Jennifer spoke. “Sometimes I see her in the mirrors.” Jennifer whispered. “I can still hear her calling me a wh- calling me names.” Yeah, three gummies had been too much. “She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore.” Matilda said. “I know.” Jennifer said softly.. “But sometimes it feels like she keeps coming back from the grave to…” She let her words trail off. “Thank you.” She finally said with a sniffle and shake of her head. “It’s nothing.” Matilda pushed herself along until she came to rest in Miss Honey’s lap. She quietly looked in Jennifer's eyes for a moment, before taking a hand and splashing her in the face. “What was that for?” Miss Honey asked before coughing and swiping the water out of her eyes with a hand. “Stop saying it’s nothing.” Matilda said. “It’s obviously something.” “Well, it’s obviously something I don’t want to talk about.” Jennifer said, returning the splash. Matilda grinned. “I found you crying on the bathroom floor. Hortensia found you crying on the couch. Stop trying to downplay it.” Matilda cupped her hands and fired a stream of water before frowning as it failed to reach its intended target. “I already told you; it was just a flashback.” Miss Honey said before dunking Matilda’s head underneath the water. “A flashback of what?” “Don’t worry about it, now hand me the shampoo so I can wash your hair.” Matilda scowled before pointing at bottles and making them hover over. “Reminds me of the first time I gave you a bath. You nearly gave me a stroke with that little trick.” Miss Honey said with a chuckle. She grabbed a couple of bottles out of the air and set them on the ledge next to her. “I told you I could.” Matilda giggled as she moved her head this way and that as Jennifer lathered soap into her hair. “If I had a dollar for everytime a student told me they could do something impossible like that I wouldn’t have been living in that shack.” “Is that why you let me stay? Because I can move things with my mind?” “No?” Miss Honey said. She gave her a puzzled look. “Why do you think that?” Matilda shrugged. “It’s the only reason Hortensia tolerates me.” “I don’t think that’s true.” “I heard her tell you we weren't really friends.” Matilda admitted in a low, sad voice. “Hmm, I don’t think that’s what she meant by that.” Miss Honey said. “And you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.” “What else would it mean?” “Well, to be honest, it concerned me a little. What would one of the bigger kids want to be doing around someone as young as you? I was worried she was trying to take advantage of you or something, but I talked with her this morning, and I think I have a better understanding.” “What? Because I'm ‘different’? Matilda said, making air quotes with her fingers. “No, I think she sees you like a little sister.” Miss Honey silently laughed as Matilda’s features fell. “That’s right, you don’t have the greatest experience with siblings.” “Why can’t we just be friends?” Matilda moaned. “I don’t think she’d let you snuggle up with her if she thought of you as just a friend. I’m fairly certain that’s only something she lets you do.” “She was in your lap.” Matilda mumbled. “Oh, you saw that, did you? Weren't you supposed to be in the kitchen making breakfast?” Jennifer chuckled. “I needed the bathroom.” “Well, I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about that. She’s going through a lot right now, and we don’t want her to feel like she has to tough it out.” “I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Matilda said with a scowl. Miss Honey let out a small sarcastic laugh. “I wish I had been given that same luxury.” Matilda turned to face her and gave her a puzzled look. “You told Carol about my…injury. That was something that was supposed to be private. I’m not thrilled about that, you know.” “I never said anything.” Matilda said, looking both confused and hurt. “Matilda,” Jennifer said sternly before sighing. “How else would she have known if you didn’t tell her? She told me it was you.” She could see Matilda’s face go from shock to anger. “I didn’t say anything! I wouldn’t!” “Matilda, calm down.” “I never told anyone!” “Ok, ok, settle down.” “Mom, I didn’t!” “Matilda, you’re getting too worked up.” Jennifer said. “I am not!” Jennifer pointed above them. Matilda looked up to find a loofah floating in the air. “Take a deep breath. Now come here,” She patted her lap. “and I’ll answer your question from earlier.” “What question?” Matilda asked, still glaring and making no move forward. “Come here and I’ll tell you.” Matilda hesitated before begrudgingly sliding over until Miss Honey’s arms were wrapped around her anchoring her in place. “Now breathe.” “Tell me.” “Not until you drop everything.” Matilda clenched her teeth in annoyance before closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths until she heard a clatter of various objects falling from the air onto the bathroom counter. “There, now, to answer your question. No, I didn’t want you for your powers.” “Okay…?” “I was enthralled with you from the first day you set foot in my classroom. I had never met such a fascinating child before. Your peers were just learning to read basic sentences, and there you were devouring full novels and doing mathematical calculations in your head with as much ease as if I had asked you what one plus one was.” “Oh.” “It was the day you came home with me.” Jennifer admitted. She could feel Matilda stiffen in her arms. “I’d rather not think about that day.” Matilda mumbled. “Oh, but I do, quite often in fact. It’s one of my favorite memories.” Jennifer laughed as Matilda screwed her face up in disgust. “Do you remember what you told me that night?” “No, I’ve tried to erase that day from my memory.” “You had fallen asleep in my lap while we were reading, and you had told me you wished I was your mommy.” She laughed as Matilda’s face turned a shade of red. “I said that?” Matilda groaned. “Yes.” Miss Honey said. “And in that moment, I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted to be your mommy too.” She squeezed Matilda tightly in her arms before kissing the side of her forehead. “That’s when I realized I loved you.” “And now you are.” Matilda whispered, resting the side of her face against Miss Honey’s chest. “And now I am.” Jennifer said with a hum of happiness as she gently swept her fingers through Matilda’s hair. “Why on earth did you want to stay with me though? I’m a mess.” “You were lonely too.” Matilda mumbled. Miss Honey’s hand stopped briefly for a moment before it resumed. “Yes. I was.” “You had Mrs. Rodgers though so why were you lonely?” Jennifer pursed her lips. “We had never said a word to each other before I met you,”Jennifer said. Matilda frowned. “But I thought you guys were friends?” “Now we are. I wish we were friends then, but our only interaction had ever been a polite nod here and there in passing.” “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Matilda said, pushing herself off and standing up. “But something is kind of weird about her.” “Matilda!” Miss Honey admonished. “She’s done a lot for me, for us.” “I know,” Matilda said as she climbed out of the tub. “That’s why I thought you had been friends before.” “She’s a very kind woman.” Jennifer said standing up herself. “She’s not who she says she was. She told me she was a nurse.” Matilda said as she dug into the cupboard for towels. “Yes, she was.” “So why does she have a doctorate?” Jennifer scrunched her face in confusion. “It’s hanging in the hallway.” Yes, Jennifer thought, she had seen it several times, had even stopped to admire it. So why did it now only sound strange instead of awe inspiring? Jennifer silently pondered this while she dried herself off. It certainly made her vastly overqualified for her current position. “Why are you so suspicious of her all of a sudden?” “I’m not.” Matilda said with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.” “Then why all the questions?” “To distract you.” Matilda said with a wide smile. “See, you did it.” “Did what?” Jennifer asked. She scooped their clothes off the floor before sliding her underwear back on. Matilda motioned behind her to the mirrors. Oh. She stared at herself for a moment in surprise. She hadn’t even thought of it. She had been so preoccupied with what Matilda had been telling her. “You’re sneaky.” She tried to hide the mixture of disgust and guilt she felt, but she had a feeling she was doing a terrible job of it. “What kind of person is afraid of their own reflection?” “A high one.” Matilda grinned. “Don’t worry about it.” Jennifer grimaced. She hadn’t even meant to say that part out loud. She groaned. It was like she could feel her brain cells cooking as she spoke. “I think I need to lie down. Let’s go to the other room.” “The sheets need to be washed. She bled on them.” Matilda said. “You can lie down here.” She pointed to the bed. “That’s Mrs. Rodger's bed.” “I don’t think she’d mind.” Matilda said. Jennifer scowled. It felt invasive, but she was so tired she felt like she might collapse. “On top of the blankets then.” She relented. She crawled on the bed still only half dressed and wrapped in a towel. “Just for a few minutes.” She could feel her towel getting pulled away before a little body curled up on top of her. “You in your happy place?” “Mm-hmm.” Matilda purred. “Thank you.” Jennifer whispered as she wrapped her arms around the pile of what was essentially dead weight on her chest. “What gave you a flashback?” Matilda mumbled. “My shoulder popped while I was taking off my shirt.” Matilda looked up at her. “That’s it?” “That’s it.” Jennifer admitted with a disparaging sigh. “It doesn’t take much.” “I thought it was the mirrors.” Jennifer had already been spiraling by that point. “What really did it was trying to throw up this morning. I used to do it a bit as a teen.” “Did you have an eating disorder?” Matilda asked. “No, I had this unhealthy little ritual, or a delusion, really, I’d…” Jennifer stopped as she remembered her audience. “Yes, let's just call it an eating disorder.” Except it wasn’t food she was eating that made her feel the only way to cleanse her mouth was to burn it away with stomach acid. “And your shoulder? What did that have to do with it?” Matilda said, face scrunched in confusion. “It was the sound. Miss Trunchbull had…” What had her aunt done? She could hear the snap of bones, followed by agonizing screams. “I don’t remember. I think she broke someone’s arm.” “Yours?” “No. I don’t think so.” Well, she had broken her wrist at one point, but this wasn’t it. Jennifer winced. She could still hear the screams, but she wasn’t even sure if it had been a real memory or not. “Let’s not talk about this.” The last thing she wanted was another repeat of last night. She was already feeling paranoid. She closed her eyes, but she couldn’t get Matilda’s words from earlier out of her head. Her mind was trying to make connections from things that weren't really there. Was this from the gummies? It had to be. She really should have thrown them up. “Mrs. Rodgers asked me once about the cigar burns the day we called the ambulance for you. That’s the only time we’ve ever talked about you.” Matilda mumbled. “Well, about that sort of stuff.” “Okay.” Jennifer said. She was fading fast. Maybe it was she who had mentioned it and she just didn’t remember? No, she had mentioned Matilda by name, but hadn’t Jennifer mentioned her first? Maybe Carol had been playing off her assumption that Matilda had told her. But why? What did it matter if Carol knew or not? Ugh, she needed to stop thinking, but now the image of Carol scraping the edibles off to the side of her plate kept replaying in her mind. “She’s not who she says she is.” Matilda had said. Jennifer winced. She could hear the sound of snapping bone and screams again. “I told you not to involve anyone else!” Her aunt bellowed. “I didn’t have a choice!” A voice she didn’t recognize sobbed. “I can’t do this on my own! Please don’t hurt her!” SNAP! “ANASTASIA!” “Maybe next time you’ll listen.” … Jennifer jolted awake at the sensation of something falling onto her. Her heart was hammering in her chest. “It’s okay. It’s just me.” Carol said softly. Jennifer looked down to find herself now covered with a blanket. Oh god, she had fallen asleep nearly naked on someone else's bed. “I’m not decent.” Jennifer mumbled, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. “I would have left you as is, but you were shivering. You fell asleep still wet, didn’t you?” “Where’s Matilda?” “The girl’s are out back playing with the hose. How do you feel?” Jennifer moaned. “Well, you did eat three servings of them. Matilda mentioned you were having an anxiety attack; that can happen if you have too many.” “Why didn’t you eat any?” The words were out of Jennifer’s mouth before she could stop herself. Carol gave her a bemused sort of expression. “There was enough sugar on those pancakes without the candy.” Carol seemed to stare at her for a moment. “Are you still feeling them?” “Yes.” Jennifer said, holding her head. The conversation had been put into motion. Might as well quelch her drug fueled fears. “So you didn’t plan it with them? To drug me?” Carol’s eyebrows rose in surprise, before a flash of anger crossed her face. “Are you asking me if I purposefully allowed young children to consume drugs just to get you high? No. I. Did. Not.” She blew a breath of air from her nose. “Sorry, yeah, I know.” Jennifer mumbled. “The girl’s admitted they planned it, and my mind isn’t…working right.” “Ah, yes, the paranoia.” Carol relaxed. “Any other absurd, drug induced paranoid questions I can answer for you?” She added a bit lighter. “Were you…” Jennifer asked before pausing. “Were you a doctor?” She watched Carol’s face lose a shade of color. “I was.” “So why are you a school nurse? Why don’t you go by Doctor Rodgers?” “Because I’m not a doctor anymore.” “Don’t retired doctors still introduce themselves as doctors?” “I didn’t retire. My medical license was revoked.” Jennifer knew it was a sensitive topic, but she couldn’t stop herself. Tact was apparently not something she could attain on drugs. “Why?” “For stealing medical supplies.” Carol finally answered. “It’s not something I like talking about and not something I want to spread around the school. That’s why I don’t introduce myself as a doctor.” “Oh.” “I’ve done things I’m not proud of.” Carol said before taking a deep breath and sitting on the bed. “Things to you.” “Wh-what are you talking about? You’ve been nothing but helpful. I don’t know what I'd do if it wasn’t for you. You’ve been such a good friend!” Jennifer stopped as Carol frowned. “No, Jennifer. I’m not a good friend.” She said quietly. “I’m the one who let you down.” “I don’t understand. Y-you taught me to drive, you lied to get me out of the hospital, you’ve watched Matilda for me countless times, you even got me my money back from the daycare. How could you have possibly let me down?” “Because I didn’t put my foot down!” Carol said as she hung her head. “I should have called you an ambulance the moment I saw you, but she was holding her hostage and I had to choose.” “Carol, you’re scaring me. What are you talking about?” Jennifer asked. She could feel her mouth go dry. “Do you remember me?” “From when? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “We’ve met before.” “When?” “You were what, fifteen, sixteen?” “No.” “Yes.” Carol said with a heavy sigh. “I was the one taking care of you.” “You saved my life.” Jennifer said after a moment of silence. Carol snorted. “I had a duty to report her and I didn’t. Instead I took the money. It’s my fault. Those cigar burns weren't there before.” “You didn’t do it for the money.” Jennifer said slowly. There were fragments of memory there. Where were they coming from? The snapping of bones. The screaming. Her eyes opened wide. “Anastasia!” Carol chuckled darkly. “Is she okay? Did she make it out? What happened to her?” “You can ask her yourself, she’s in the backyard.” Jennifer nearly choked. The sweet little blond girl couldn’t have been… “Although, we still have no idea where you got the name Anastasia. You kept calling her that no matter how many times we told you her name was-” “Hortensia.” Jennifer said in shock. “Do you remember?” “No, not really.” Carol sighed again. “Then let me fill you in.”

Re-upload of a story I did not write Originally from: https://littlebearblueab.tumblr.com/post/627895101254959104/toddler-tedium Also available at: https://www.diaper-bois.com/stories/toddler-tedium/chapters/toddler-tedium Toddler Tedium Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The sound of the clock, a circular analog piece with a baby blue rim and an ever-grinning, happily diapered teddy bear set behind the rotating hands, cut through the relative quiet of the playroom. James could hear other faint noises from his position on the soft foam playmat – the click-clack of daddy making himself breakfast all the way in the kitchen, a dog barking in the yard across the street, the buzzy hum of a fan making futile attempts to blow away the summer heat – but they all may as well not have existed in comparison to the infernal timepiece. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Looking about himself in frustration, James nursed irritably on his pacifier and took in the small, odd-shaped piece of floor that had become his world as of late. Chunky plastic walls surrounded him, brightly colored in primary blue, red, and yellow. They came up just a bit shorter than his sitting height. Somewhere buried into the carpet were short peg stands that kept the walls upright and in place, ensuring the occupant was penned inside. Thin, long slits in the plastic slats allowed him a view of the world outside, while dutifully preventing him from ever actually reaching it. Admittedly there wasn’t much else to look at. Just his tall, sturdy changing table on the room’s opposite end, well-stocked with columns of colorfully printed disposable diapers, bulky white cloth diapers, piles of colorful plastic pants, and rows of baby powder and wipes. He spent enough time up on the table’s cheerfully printed foam changing mat that looking at it had long-since ceased holding his interest. Nearby was the room’s door, brown and boring, barely cracked to let daddy hear him whining if he needed a snack, baba, or change. Last came the naughty chair, with the black-dyed leather instrument, better known to him as Mr. Paddle, hanging off of a corner of the backrest with a loop of rope. James shuddered as he did his best to avoid looking at the chair, failing miserably and staring with resentment at the place daddy took him to receive his spankings. Forcing his gaze away, trying to bury the memories associated with that place of punishment, he stared down at his diaper. Baby animals grinned back up at him, the padding already bulging and squishy from the morning’s round of wet and messy accidents. James blinked in shock as he noticed the dirty yellow coloring that stained the diaper’s previously white padding was, in fact, actively spreading out. The faint sensation of a growing warmth inside the diaper reached his brain and he flushed red in humiliation as pee mixed with poop inside his infantile underwear. Of all other things besides his boredom, the last thing he wanted to consider at the moment was his ever-increasing incontinence. Instead, James shifted his focus to the colorful playmat that his increasingly soggy diaper was resting on. The soft and springy pad depicted various simple and blocky animals with their names underneath, providing his crinkly bottom even further cushy protection while in the pen. The squishy material made sure his knees, hands, and butt never ached or got tired while playing. If only he could say the same about his enthusiasm, he thought ruefully as he sat back and surveyed the rest of the enclosure. Toys littered the playpen, seemingly abandoned in various states of play. A coloring book opened to a half-finished page. Action figures lined up, entrenched in an apparently unending battle. A ring-stacker with only the smallest ring on the peg, the rest somehow having been scattered to all corners of the enclosure. Several stuffed animals were strewn about as well, the big, beige teddy bear cuddled tightly to the adult baby’s chest included. James briefly considered finishing the coloring page, but the thought of filling in the lines of what must have been his hundredth sunny cartoon animal picture just wasn’t doing it for him. Normally, or at least in the normal that existed before daddy introduced the playpen, seeing all these toys in one place for him to play with would have sent his heart aflutter. After several weeks of being guided through the chubby plastic gate, secured behind him with a resounding clunk of the plastic lock, and made to sit down to play every day, things were wearing thin. The dumb clock with its dumb, goofy teddy bear wasn’t helping things either. It was just a reminder that he’d been set down to play only an hour ago and, in all likelihood, wouldn’t be let out for another few hours. Released so he could crawl behind his caregiver’s patient legs into the kitchen where a highchair lunch of daddy’s “messy baby specialty”, spaghetti-o’s and mashed peas with a bottle of formula, would be waiting for him. Fortunately, once he’d been spoon-fed his numnums and gotten all cleaned up, he’d be allowed time to do what he wanted after that. Until dinner, at least. But lunch seemed like forever away right now. Dinner? An eternity. James felt frustration building inside at how helpless he’d become, not helped in the least by the squish and stink of his used diaper. The playpen walls were barely a couple feet tall. He could just stand up and step right over them! Unfortunately even something as simple as standing up wasn’t an action he was allowed right now, at least not without permission. Doing so would inevitably result in another date with Mr. Paddle and several days stuck in his punishment booties. The booties were nasty things. All cutesy and innocent to an outside observer, but with dull spikes set into the soles and magnetic locks at the ankles to ensure that any attempt to stand would result in a painful lesson. Most importantly to daddy, they certainly left no choice in leaving his playpen. The diaperboy shifted uncomfortably in his infantile prison, almost able to feel the sting of the paddle and the faint bite of the spikes digging into his heels despite his “correction” from daddy having been almost a week past. In short, James ruminated, he was stuck where he was. A fully-grown man in his early 30’s with a pacifier plugging his mouth, thickly layered diapers taped securely around his waist that he’d been progressively filling with piddle and mush, and afraid to leave a playpen for fear of punishment from his daddy. Not just his daddy, but his husband, who fully expected him to entertain himself with the simple toddler toys each day. He flushed red as he realized his peepee had somehow grown hard and twitchy at this particular thought, pulling his bear in for a closer cuddle and nursing a bit more intently on the baby blue pacifier in his mouth. Everything about the situation was so hot in concept! If only it were as engaging in real life, too. To his credit, he had managed to keep himself entertained for quite a while. Two weeks went by after daddy had brought the playpen into the house and for two weeks James had managed to enjoy himself for four hours of every day. He reveled in the infantile headspace brought about by the wealth of toys and plushies, not to mention knowing he was being “kept somewhere safe while daddy works”, as daddy enjoyed putting it. The third week had proved to be his downfall, however. It was just last Thursday when James had finally grown tired of all the brightly colored toys and decided to make some additions to the playpen to try to keep it feeling fresh and fun. He had stood up, stepped over the playpen wall, and toddled through the house, gathering and depositing an old TV, his game console, and his giant stuffed bear, Bearnard, who had become a welcome addition since then for both nice and naughty sorts of snuggles. James realized he had caught daddy’s attention about half-way through, but his partner hadn’t said a word, simply observing and letting him proceed. When James had finished and was feeling a bit satisfied with himself, daddy had silently taken his hand and tugged him over to the straight-backed and rigid wood chair in the room’s corner where his dates with Mr. Paddle occurred. The naughty chair. Immediately knowing what was coming, but too strongly conditioned in accepting his punishments to resist, he let himself be pulled across daddy’s lap. The soaked, droopy diaper between his legs was tugged down to expose his smooth-shaven cheeks and thighs beneath. Tears had already begun welling up in his eyes in anticipation of the impending spanking. “James,” his husband had rumbled in that soft and firm daddy voice, one hand gently patting and massaging his bottom, “First I want you to know that I’m proud of you. You were such a big boy, finding all that fun stuff and getting it set up so nicely in your playpen. You did very good work and daddy is happy to let you keep it all in there. However,” the rubbing stopped, “I think you know what you did wrong. Do you know what you did wrong, little boy?” Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. From the nearby wall the teddy bear clock ticked away, the only sound in the tense and quiet playroom for several moments. James had been reluctant to admit to being naughty. He knew from the day the playpen had been set up that he wasn’t allowed out without daddy’s permission once he’d been put in. It was the one rule his grownup had stipulated regarding the new addition. Still, was he really being that naughty by taking it upon himself to alleviate his boredom instead of bothering daddy during work? At the time he hadn’t thought so and so he remained silent. Defiant, he now knew, to his own detriment. “Ah, so that’s how it is,” daddy let out a brief chuckle, “Fine, have it your way, fussypants. Let’s see if a tiny warm-up helps little Jamie find his voice.” SMACK! THWACK! CRACK! Without any further warning, daddy’s palm began slowly and steadily raining down blows on little Jamie’s butt. By ten spanks he was letting out whimpers. By twenty he was squirming and struggling, his preemptive tears having already streaked down his face, with more joining them each second. By thirty he’d started sobbing, loudly begging daddy to stop. That didn’t happen until the fortieth smack had landed and his sobs had turned into a full-on cry. “So. Are you feeling like speaking up now that we’ve gotten your tush all nice and warm?” “Yuh-yuh-yes daddy,” James had choked out past his tearful sobs. “I’ll ask again, then. What did you do wrong, little boy?” “I...I got out of my pwaypen wifout asking duh-daddy first. I’m sowwy daddy, I’m so sowwy!” He hadn’t even bothered trying to cover the pacifier-induced lisp by that point. “Good boy! That’s right, you got out of your playpen without daddy to help you. Babies like you need to be kept safe and sound somewhere that grownups know they won’t get in trouble, don’t they?” “Yes daddy!” “Good, I’m glad you understand. Now we can get your punishment for it out of the way. Remember, binky stays in or Mr. Paddle gets to have another visit.” The feel of the leather paddle being placed firmly across both cheeks had brought about a fresh wave of tears from the adult baby and his daddy wasted no time in putting it to use. Smack after razor-sharp smack sounded out as the paddle assaulted his poor tush, which was quickly turning a shade of deep crimson that bordered on purple. James had flailed at first, kicking his legs and wildly pumping his arms up and down with his hands balled up into weak fists. All this, despite knowing from past experience that any attempts to block the paddle or stand up would just make things worse. The impotent struggles rendered his wriggling movements as futile expressions of his infantile helplessness, at best. There was no other option. No escape. All he could do was accept, truly accept on a deep and emotional level, that he had been a bad baby boy and, as a result, he now needed a spanking to properly learn his lesson. Finally, after his world had shrunk down to nothing more than the stinging bite of the paddle and the spot of tear-soaked carpet inches away from his face - after his struggles had died down to feeble twitches and recalcitrant sobs - after he’d thoroughly resolved to never be naughty, ever again, the paddling stopped. Daddy had set the paddle aside and gently rubbed the adult toddler’s sore and burning bottom with his palm, leaning over to whisper firmly and intently about how James could be a good boy in the future. How babies belong in playpens when grownups aren’t there to watch over them and how James needed to be kept safe. That he wasn’t big enough to be allowed to wander around alone just yet. About how daddy only spanked because he wanted James to be his good baby boy. That this had been for his own good. They stayed like that for several minutes as James fought to stop crying, nodding along to daddy’s instructions and doing his best to internalize them like a good boy. As with the end of every spanking, a handful of cool, soothing lotion was soon applied to each cheek and his wet diaper was tugged back up to its rightful place on his bottom. They spent a long time afterwards in a close hug, with his legs straddling daddy’s waist and splayed to the sides of the naughty chair’s backrest, diaper drooping slightly between his husband’s thighs. James apologized more formally once he’d regained his composure, but daddy just shushed him, rubbing his back and telling him how much daddy loved his baby boy. That he’d already taken his punishment and apologized as much as he needed to. Now he just needed to behave. James simply nodded in response to this, burying his face into daddy’s shoulder and listening to the only sound in the otherwise silent room, a teddy bear clock dutifully ticking away the seconds. And behave he had, he reflected as his mind came back to the present. Every time he started getting bored of coloring books, stuffies, and toy trains, the stinging memory of the session with Mr. Paddle set him straight. The television and game console had to remain unplugged for a week as a reminder of his transgression, but he was due to get TV-privileges in a couple days. He almost wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was eagerly looking forward to watching toddler shows and playing children’s games. For the time being, however… Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I discovered another benefit to wearing diapers, one which is probably obvious, but I'll state it anyway: you can fart with impunity. Sure, they muffle the sounds a bit, but in my particular example, I was sitting in a loud pub, so that part didn't matter. However, what was making me fart was some interaction between beer and some souvlaki I'd eaten the day before that never really rested easy - ever since I finished it, I'd been slightly "off" intestinally. Nothing catastrophic, but, notable. Then, after drinking beer and eating part of a pub appetizer platter, I was stricken with prolific gas. Lucky for me, it was loud in there, and I was on one side of the table, while my buddies were on the other, so I didn't think I'd stink up the place. However in the condition that I was in - recovering from "something" - I was mildly concerned about precipitating a "sharting" incident, if I let nature take its course, but, if I kept it in, I was going to be uncomfortable. At one point, I got up and went to the washroom, which was mercifully empty, just to let a few elephantine bellows go, and that's when the thought occurred to me: I'm wearing a diaper. I didn't want to full-on crap my pants, but, I didn't think that was in the cards. However, a mild blow-over incident would be well contained and needn't even interrupt my night, and if it got bad, my diaper bag was under the table (not that I relished the idea of conducting a change in a pub bathroom). However I made it home in that diaper and when I binned it for the night, it had not taken any fire of that sort - it was strictly damp. But, in big boy underpants, I'd have been very leery of cutting loose, and probably would have had to deal with some bloating discomfort. Yay diapers, you were there for me again.

You know I never grew up with the godparent concept, so that's something I don't explore. Might have been a cool idea though! Thanks for all of the comments! 🙂 I love that everyone loves her! 🙂 🤦🏼‍♀️ 🙂 Have to wait and see! A partial answer comes in the next chapter. That is answered in this weekend's arc of the story. I don't think it's the next chapter though. 😇 I would neeeeeeeeever do anything bad to my characters! 😈

Sounds like a better question for the counselor you are going to. You are going to them to help you out with your issues, don't take any possible counter advice from people here if you really want to get help for yourself. That's like having a professional you went to for help with a problem tell you not to do something and then turning to someone else and asking, "What do you think?" If you really want help, just do what your counselor suggests.

Hi Guys Well the final part is just about ready so, I'll check it a couple more times and it should be here midweek at the latest. 😬

I had thought about it for a while, but I wasn't sure what others would think of it. I knew it could potentially hurt some of the plot for some, but after your comment, it gave me the confidence to put it in there, so thank you very much! While I was writing this I actually came up with a semi sequel of sorts to this but from the point of view of Ashley. I hinted at a bunch of things with her, so when I thought about it for a moment, half the plot came really easily. I'll add more to it eventually, but I definitely will include who Ashley's caregivers are (she's actually one of the few with a potential mommy and daddy).

Love this story ❤️

I think we've all visited Lake Yurien at one time or another.

There are a few of us (myself included) here who have developed bedwetting after protracted 24/7 diapering but, for some reason, maintained rusty-but-somewhat-usable day-continence. Your wish would therefore seem possible. I think the day-diapering DID influence things towards bedwetting a fair bit by shifting me to a pattern of high frequency/low volume peeing that eventually, started to occasionally persist past the veil of sleep. I never specifically set out to become a bedwetter. When starting out with permanent diapering, I imagined that if such a habit appeared, I'd abandon 24/7 to retrain myself. As it happened, by the time it DID appear I was curiously ok with it. It didn't really seem to be a problem at all. It wasn't like I wasn't going to be changing a diaper in the morning anyway so why not enjoy the extra sleep involved with NOT waking to pee? As long as I'm securely diapered, I find it perfectly comfortable. I tried skipping the diaper after a year or so of bedwetting and woke up in a cold wet bed. I didn't enjoy that so much so I guess I'm stuck in diapers at night now.

Having worked from home for the entirety of this week, I can comment a bit further on the Rearz "Mega-ed" diaper line. This week I wore a Barnyard, a Critter Caboose and an Inspire+ in "Mega" format, and I can say that they do hold more than they used to. Not 11000 ml, close to 3 gallons, or 24 lbs of liquid, but, they hold more than their non-Mega counterparts, in my opinion. Their proneness to press-out leaks still exists, but it has a higher threshold now. All three of these diapers went on me at bedtime, they saw only light fire overnight, and then they were my partners for much of the day, retiring at around the dinner hour, typically, when I had to put something less swollen on so that I could go out into the world. Call them about 18 hour shifts, without any heavy drinking that might constitute a monsoon event for a diaper - just the usual coffees in the morning and water throughout the day, maybe a Diet Coke with lunch, and at least one morning release coincided with a #2 and happened on the throne, so, they got about 2/3rds of my 24-hour output, in 3/4's of a day let's say. They didn't leak, and they remained decadently comfortable until I started getting tired of being that damp down there, right about when I changed them. The tabs never failed me. Overall, they provide decent value for the money. Were I not busy in the evenings, and were I willing to put on plastic pants for backup, I could see any these lasting until 10 PM or whenever I wanted to change for bed, making them 24-hour capable, assuming, again, I wasn't going on a pub crawl.

So, at this point, unless I am able to rapid complete a few other tasks outside of writing, I will not likely be able to post the final chapter of this story until next week. There might be some flexibility with this, but I have a few things coming up and I don't know how much time I will have to edit the final bits. Most of the chapters are written by now, but the editing process might take longer than the time I could have available. I should know more by the time I post the second to last chapter and I will keep everyone up to date. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Anyone have any guess what I modeled Fun Zone after? Chapter 12: Session 34 I tidied my observation post once again after an even stronger storm had hit and made its way into the bowels of this facility where I worked for most of the work week. “Welcome back everyone! Today is session 34! It’s now been over a month since Ron has started the project, and I am pleased to say that we are making progress on nearly every front in some capacity.” I then switched the view to yesterday’s event at daycare. Ron and Kyle had both been content to play in the sandbox outside while Ashley was trying to get them to play with her on the playground. “Now there is nothing wrong with a Little on a playground, but it is of the opinion of this project, that such influences of taking Ron away from purely regressed Little-only activities could negatively impact his progress.” I zoomed in on the still resistant Ashley. “While Ashley has shown some inclinations at wanting to change from views of her own progress in the project, she has still yet to make the leap into such territory. As such, we have encouraged Joy to coax Ron along by spending more time with Littles like Kyle and Olly. For instance, today, Olly and his mommy have invited Joy and Ron along to join them at Fun Zone, after a quick suggestion of getting together from Joy, so I am very excited to see how that unfolds.” I then switched the screen to two days prior when Ron went to the park with Joy as had become their routine. He aimlessly played with the other Littles, and each carried their own individual stuffy and occasionally sucked their thumbs or pacifiers. “As you can see, Ron now clearly has become attached to comfort items even when not in distress. Louie has been a continual presence in his life for some time now, but thumb sucking and attachment to Joy or even nearby blankets have become staples of his life. I believe Ron may soon publicly desire, or at least not fight, the addition of a pacifier.” I switched the RealET system on and the scene began to unfold as Ron and Joy walked toward the entrance of Fun Zone. Cutely, Ron practically clung to her leg as several strangers whizzed by them. Being a chain all around the world and being used as a place where ‘fun’ seemed to be the only priority, it appealed to all ages, both Bigs and Littles. “Lastly, I have noted that Ron has evidently become more attached to Joy. Moments without her in sight in strange new locations have given the Little a fair amount of palpable discomfort. Today, should be an interesting sight to witness firsthand as the two will separate from one another while he is playing with Olly.” “It’s okay, honey,” Joy soothed Ron as the Big children quickly ran past them and into Fun Zone. “I thought you said this was a place for Littles?” Ron asked, obviously nervous over having to possibly interact with the notoriously bully-like Big children. “I said it was for all types of littles. They’re just little children for sure… just not a Little like you.” Ron looked up at her with an expression that practically begged her to leave right now. Joy noticed. “I promise you’ll be okay. Just have some fun with Olly and maybe just avoid the others.” Ron nodded somberly and the two entered the large building that was a part of the nearby strip mall. Inside, loud music and lights practically blinded and deafened the two as they entered the chaotic atmosphere. With a little more pushing through the front entrance, the two finally made it into the main area of the establishment after receiving a glow-in-the-dark handstamp. Olly and his mommy, Cynthia, were both waiting and waved them over. After a short while and a brief round of hellos, Olly pulled a slightly reluctant Ron into the mix of everything going on in the main play area. After a few of the retro arcade games, Olly, ever still the bright and discerning Little, stopped and snapped his fingers in front of a near frozen and clearly distracted Ron after he caught him trying to find Joy for the fourth time in as many minutes. “Hey, Ron. Look, I know that it can be scary at first without her but try to feel the freedom of this place.” “I’m trying but…” Ron gestured hesitantly toward a group of Big children who were furiously smacking a game of whack-a-mole nearby. It was evident that their presence was unnerving the now slightly quivering Little. “Yeah… keep away from them, but this place is safe. Besides, all she wants for you is to have some fun, right?” Ron nodded. “Then there you go. Just let go and let yourself do that. It’s simple.” Ron hesitated but nodded once again. “Good. Now, come on!” Having been from two different experiments, there were many differences between the two. Ron was forming into a fully regressed Little in his own way, but Olly had only been more or less slipping more into a role of sorts, rather than a true state of physical regression symptoms. While Olly could master any of the games if he really tried, the same couldn’t be said for Ron. Determined to let his friend have some fun, they mainly stayed away from the games that required an intense amount of concentration or coordination. After a moment and satisfied with the enjoyment that Ron was having himself with one game about shooting aliens, Olly broke off from his side of the game. Seeing that Ron would be left surrounded by other Littles who could offer a buffer of sorts to the cruel Big children, Olly then began to leave the area. “I need to see my mommy about a thing,” he said quickly before departing. Ron was hesitant but let his friend go. Not long after, a relieved Olly returned, and the pair then went off to enjoy the immense array of slides and tubes next. As they were climbing, Ron finally asked a question that I had seen tick in the back of his mind ever since Olly had left. “Olly, why do you call your caregiver… well, uh…” Ron seemed unable to say the word. “Mommy?” Olly deduced at which Ron nodded his head. “Yeah… a bit different from most Littles. What of it?” “Well, I mean, why do it? Why call her that? Are you being forced? Is she secretly evil? Were you kidnapped?” Ron quickly spouted out a dozen or more questions in rapid succession as they neared the top. “Woah, woah,” Olly said, holding up his hands to ease his friend up a bit once they got to the top and had a minute to breathe. “She didn’t force me at all.” Ron looked at him almost as if he had suddenly lost his mind. Normally, a Little who called their caregiver ‘mommy’ was either highly regressed, could have been experiencing some form of Stockholm syndrome, had given up, or was being forced to call her that. Olly seemed to be none of the above. Seeing his expression, Olly let out a little chuckle. “It’s odd at first, I grant you, but don’t think of it like a bad word as most Littles around here do. In fact, it’s about the polar opposite.” “I don’t understand,’” Ron admitted after a moment of soaking the information in. “That’s fair and I really wouldn’t expect you would at first, but think of, at least in your case, Joy, as a matron or a leader of sorts.” Ron nodded slowly as he still followed along for the most part. “Right, well, we say madame president, or mayor, or judge so and so all the time. They’re signs of respect for a certain position that we put value in. Think of the word ‘mommy’ as being the exact same.” “Isn’t it a little different though?” Ron asked hesitantly. “If you want to look at it that way, then sure, but I’ll tell you what…” Ron leaned in to listen better to what almost seemed like the set up for an immense secret. “Mommy’s love the term… and to be frank, you call them that, and they practically melt at your whims.” “Really?” Ron said with such hope. Despite Joy never punishing him in any real capacity, except for a few threats or cooling off periods, I knew Ron was still fully aware of what happened to other Littles who misbehaved. Not ten minutes ago, another Little had been bratty and had been hauled off by his own caretaker, and then only to return a little later with tears streaming down his face and a hand delicately rubbing his backside. “You bet!” Oily joyfully continued. “Now, admittedly you can’t break every rule in the book, but I guarantee that the term almost drops certain things down a few punishment tiers.” Ron gestured to him to continue. “Well, like I got a spanking for tossing my fork across the kitchen one day. After I called her ‘mommy’ though, it happened again a week later, and it was just corner time for like two minutes. Max.” “Wow…” Ron was so shocked and in his own head still by the revelation that when he went first going down a slide a little later, he didn’t see who was at the bottom and accidentally ran into a child Big. Ron’s bladder let loose in panic, and his diaper quickly caught the sign of his readily apparent fear. “Hey! Watch where you’re… oh damn!” the Big child said upon noticing the relatively tiny figure of Ron below him. “Lookie here fellows,” he called out over to his group of friends, “we got a widdle baby here.” His mockery was palpable. “Wha…?” Ron said, still in shock. I think his adrenaline then took over and he began to try and inch away and plead for forgiveness. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! It was an accident… really!” Ron pleaded in desperation, but he was soon surrounded by the four imposing figures. In truth, they were kids still, but their admission here was borderline at best. Likely, by next year, they will have been deemed too old for further admission into the play area. “Watch out below!” Olly cried as he zoomed down the slide, oblivious of what was happening below. Getting to the padded surface at the bottom, he quickly popped up with pure excitement and faced the nearby and cowering Ron. “You see that, buddy? I was so… Ron?” Olly then realized his friend wasn’t paying attention to him at all, and seemed confused, but turning around, he quickly realized what was happening. “Oh, you all…” “Oh wow! Another baby,” one of them jeered. “He looks even tinier.” “Geez. Both diapers and onesies under their widdle shorts!” the pimply faced one then gave a whiff. “Hmmm… can’t smell anything, but they’re probably messy.” “Best be sure to check!” “Yeah! It’s a health hazard.” “Goo-goo gaa-gaa to you too!” Ron was too stunned and emotionally drained from everything that his life had become, so he just stood there as the four descended down onto him with their infantile jeers. Olly was much clearer though and comfortable with his current life, so he immediately stood in front as quickly as he could. “I don’t think so, you stupid bullies. Get lost or you won’t like what happens next!” It was practically an empty threat currently, but it was just enough for the bullies to stop in their movements and recoil a bit. “Yeah… that’s what I thought. Come on, Ron.” Olly then helped his nearly shell-shocked friend and got out of sight of the halted Big children. “Whew… that was a close one, right? Can’t believe those dummies fell for that. At least we didn’t have to fight, right…? Ron?” Olly looked back at his friend and the shocked but constant state he had previously exhibited wasn’t holding up very well. Visible cracks were quickly giving way and Ron’s emotions seemed ready to burst. “I… I…” He couldn’t even finish his words. “Oh… hey, it’s okay…” Olly tried to comfort his more emotionally unstable friend, but it was no use at this point and Ron began to freely cry as his damn burst. “I’m not a baby! I… I’m… not! Right? Please tell me! I just don’ know… Be my friend… Tell me! Please!” Ron begged his friend in anguish. It was an odd sight for one Little to be asking the advice of another that was at least as regressed as he was, but in this one instance at least, Olly probably only represented the more stable of the two Littles after their last encounter. “Uh…” Olly struggled to find the right words to comfort his friend. Until he could figure out something to say, he just started to rub his back in sympathy. Now, Olly was a good Little, but I could see the turmoil swirl about his face. From my own point of view, I could at least sympathize with the predicament that Olly now found himself in. Ron wasn’t a baby in the literal sense, but a Little, like the one he was turning into, was only steps above that in this world. Knowing that information full-well, telling him that he wasn’t a baby at this point would have basically been a lie. So, Olly now had to lie and comfort his friend, tell the truth and possibly break his friend’s spirit, or find some secret third option. It was a mighty dilemma, but fortunately for Olly, another caregiver in the project had been watching the scene unfold and had been passing by with their own even more regressed Little. “Hey there, do you two need help?” she asked sweetly as she pushed the stroller toward the exit. Olly looked at the Big woman before him and nodded. “Maybe? You see my friend here…” “Oh, I saw the whole thing. You were very brave by helping him out and standing in those bullies’ way. Your mommy must be very proud to have such a nice Little.” Olly beamed over the compliment. “I hope so too, but you see my friend…” Olly then looked over at his emotion mess of a friend. “I’ve tried but I just can’t seem to help him. He asked me something… I just don’t know…” Olly then looked away from his friend and back toward the woman with a sense of hope. “Can you do anything?” The sniveling Little next to Olly heaved in and out but made very few sounds apart from his sniffling and mumbling of something that seemed to come across as ‘I’m not a baby…’ “Hmmm,” the woman mused. She thought for a moment, but then quickly snapped her fingers. “I think I have just the thing!” She then bent down and reached into her own Littles diaper bag in the stroller in front of her and produced a single object. “Here,” she said, pushing the pacifier into Ron’s mouth without asking first. “Just keep it. My Little has plenty and I think you could use it today. Lots of Big children around here. Maybe ask a manager next time to help? Even if it means leaving your friend… it could mean the difference between this and the bullies never being a problem again…” Olly nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. Will do. We’ll try to avoid them first of course but that’s a good suggestion.” For his own part, Ron’s cries had died down as ne nursed on the alien object in his mouth. His eyes screamed that he wanted to remove it, but his whole body seemed to have other desires as his entire demeanor immediately began to calm down. Olly looked away and back toward the woman. “I’m sure my friend is thankful too, but… well, I think he’s still a bit overwhelmed by everything.” “Perfectly understandable. Maybe go and find his mommy…” Her Little then began to fuss in the stroller. “Oops. Looks like my own is just waking up now. Gotta go, but it was lovely talking to you.” Olly reciprocated his own thanks and waved goodbye as she walked out toward the front entrance. Looking back toward his friend, Ron was still eying the pacifier with a sense of distrust, but his acceptance of it now only seemed to be assured. It wasn’t locking or anything, so it could have been removed at any time. The fact that it still pulsated and calmed the Little was a sign of things to come for sure. “Come on, buddy. I’m sure Joy will want to look you over or whatnot.” The two made their way over to the now-seated Joy and Cynthia, but after a quick check to make sure everything was okay, the two were quickly sent back out while they waited for their food to be brought over. In truth, Joy and Cynthia had wanted to, and I quote, ‘spank the daylights out of those hoodlums who made fun of my Little,’ but our testing agents had intervened first. Olly and Ron seeking comfort and retribution from their caregivers was positive but finding comfort in each other was something we desired as well. Additionally, sensing the Big woman was going to help them as well, it might have gone a ways to help them begin to trust Bigs more in general. After making their way back to the play area, likely sensing his friend needed some downtime, Olly elected to sit in the ball pit. After a moment, Ron plucked out the pacifier and just held it in front of himself for a moment and eyed it with a look I couldn’t quite place. ‘Was this the beginning of a new friendship? A new comfort item? Or was it to be discarded quickly like Ron had done with the prune flavored Pioneos juice that he had the other day?’ “Better?” Olly asked after a second. “Yeah…” Ron said, clearly feeling a little embarrassed over the whole series of events that had just occurred in front of his friend. “Those guys were jerks. Avoid them but think nothing of it, buddy,” Olly tried to comfort him after seeing his friend skirt away in embarrassment. “I will…” Ron looked away and briefly blushed, “but I need to admit something…” Olly nodded for him to continue. “I… I can’t tell you how much I just wanted Joy or Louie to be there at that moment. When I realized I didn’t have either, I just… I kinda lost it.” Olly smiled at his friend’s revelation. “I completely get that. Super normal to feel that way, and besides, those are all good feelings in this sort of world. I mean, if they make you feel better, then so much the better, right? Why fight the comforting stuff. Aren’t things hard enough for us Littles?” Ron hesitated at the whole notion that Olly had just logically spouted out but then nodded his head in agreement. “Right…” Ron then stared back at the pacifier in his hand and pocketed it out of sight. It wasn’t in use, but he also hadn’t discarded it. The two then just chilled in the ball pit for a while longer until Olly spotted that their food had yet to arrive still but that the Big children were now also more or less distracted by the arcade games and away from the slides and tubes. “Come on, Ron. The coast is clear. Let’s have some fun while those bullies are distracted by the shiny lights.” Ron grinned at Olly’s attempt to make them seem like easily distractable animals and followed as he exited the pit. They then had a wonderful time and even went as far as to make up their own world that all the tubes were part of some giant spaceship. “Commander Olly, sir. Do we have a shot of the Gorzollas?” “Negative, Gunner Ron. The Gorzollas are still out of range. Wait until their scales shine in the sun and then fire everything.” “Yes, sir!” Gunner Ron saluted his commander. Things went on like that and soon, both had completely forgotten about the earlier incident with the bullies. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only Littles and another pair of Littles in yet another experiment that had just begun also joined in the tubes. It didn’t take long for them to meet up with our intrepid space bound heroes. Now, Ron and Olly were exceptionally fast moving in the tubes for the regression tier they were both at, but diapers were still a bit bulky to truly be considered anywhere close to being ‘easily maneuverable.’ As such, when Olly went first down one of the slides, Ron came in behind him, but his diaper had swelled a bit, so he took some time getting into the proper position. Apparently, it was too long for the waiting pair of still unregressed Littles right behind him. “Too long!” one shouted at Ron. “Move it!” the other shouted. “Sorry, sorry!” Ron tried to apologize, but it was already too late for the impatient pair to his rear. “Get moving!” the first shouted, but now he used a nearby ledge to steady himself and then shove Ron down the slide faster with his foot. Unlike several of the other slides here, this one was a straight shot and landed into matted area below that awkwardly ended with a wall fright in front of it due to limited space and budgetary reasons. Several signs warned of only going feet first to better direct oneself at the bottom, but Ron wasn’t so lucky. After being popped in the back by the other Littles foot, his deteriorated coordination caught up with him and he immediately tripped and plummeted headfirst down the slide. All attempts he made at stopping were in vain. “Watch out!” Olly cried as he saw his friend sputter down the slide at near-full speed and headfirst. It was too late though. Ron skidded down the slide the rest of the way and went headfirst right into the wall in front of him at the base of the slide. It wasn’t a large impact necessarily due to the partial stopping power that Ron had exerted, but for a Little with some unstable emotions lately, a forming bump might as well have been a mallet smashing into his skull. Ron immediately lost it and began to wail in earnest. “Oh, crap,” Olly said, not censoring his words as he rushed to his friend to help once again. Of the pair, Ron clearly had the worse luck. Now, crying your lungs out isn’t very dignified, but it is also immediately noticeable and more so than the few tears that Ron had shed earlier. So, this time, several Bigs and staff members came rushing to the Little’s aid to find out what was wrong. In between his pitiful wails, the gather crowd could only make out words like, “pushed,” “other Littles,” “top of slide,” and “was too slow.” It wasn’t much but it painted a pretty clear picture of what had happened and why the distressed Little now sported a decent and rapidly forming bump just below his hairline. “Can somebody get this Little’s mommy?” one of the staff members asked. Either too distraught or just not caring at the moment, Ron made no effort to correct the term being applied to Joy. Somehow though, the insinuation of it all or maybe the comfort of her mere presence, now almost seemed to temporarily soothe his jangled nerves. ‘Curious…’ Olly immediately volunteered to find her and a short time later, both Cynthia and Joy came barreling through the crowd after being hurried back by the Little. “Where is he? Where is my Ron?” Joy asked in a panic. “Right here, ma’am,” the staff member noted calmly. Joy rushed over and bent down to console her Little while Olly, Cynthia, and the rest of the crowd just stood by and watched. “He’s going to be okay, ma’am. Just a bump on the head, but I just need to know if he’s allergic to any medication.” Joy thought for a moment as she soothed her distressed Little as best that she could. “I don’t think so. His file didn’t state anything, but you know how they can be sometimes from the other portal worlds. They don’t know half the compounds we use and most of the time they don’t know you’re allergic to something until your face is about to pop.” The staff member nodded. “I understand. In that case,” he then began to rummage around in his bag, “I’m just going to give him some of the Wound Bond gel I’ve got in my kit. It will take longer to heal, but he should be good by tomorrow or the day after at the latest. Plus, it’s got some great numbing properties as well. I’m sure the little fella might appreciate that about now.” Ron just tearfully nodded and Joy just gave him a little hug while still cuddling with him to calm him down further than her presence had already done. The staff member then applied the gel while another member soon came out of the tubes while ushering the other two Littles away from the premises. Unbeknownst to most of the Littles, all the tubes had cameras inside, so the entire event was caught in black and white. “Don’t worry about those two ever again. They’ve been banned here unless other… alterations have been secured.” Joy nodded in approval and understanding of his insinuation. “Sounds fair. Can’t imagine they’ll be like that for very long after today.” “Exactly…” The staff member then finished applying the gel and presented an assortment of band-aids to Ron. “Alright then. The gel should be kicking in, so can you be big boy for me and choose which pattern you want?” The fast-acting gel was already working its wonders and Ron had thus even further calmed down, now only a few tears and a sniffling nose left as evidence that he had once been so upset. By now, satisfied with the outcome of the spectacle, the crowd had dissipated and only Cynthia and Olly remained nearby. Ron looked at the presented bandages and he quickly pulled a few down in absolute rejection. Considering they were princesses or unicorn themed, most everyone nearby just chuckled. Finally, Ron pointed to the band-aid with the members of the Equity Alliance on it. “This one.” “Excellent choice.” The staff member then applied the band-aid and handed a few tokens over to both Ron and Olly. He also gave Cynthia and Joy a few discounted coupons that would heavily slash the price of their time here today, waved goodbye, and then headed off. “You know, Joy, I think these two might just need a break for the day,” Cynthia mused afterward. “I think you might be right,” Joy agreed as she still cuddled with Ron in her chair back at the table. “In fact, I think I spy some mighty special food coming…” Ron cutely immediately perked up and saw the freshly arriving pizza, salad, and breadsticks. Joy took notice and smiled at her steadily growing happy Little as she put him in his highchair while Cynthia plopped Olly in his own. “Did someone order some pizza?” the young staff member asked. “Oooh! Me! Me! I mean… us! Us!” Ron gleefully called out, his bump evidently not bothering him anymore, likely as a result from both the oncoming food, Joy’s tender ministrations, and the gel that had been applied to his forehead that now sat underneath the bright blue superhero-themed band-aid. The young staff member then set the pizza down and Joy quickly served both Olly and Ron their slices from the Littles-sized pizza. It was almost only half the size of the one for Joy and Cynthia, but it was still a massive amount for anyone to consume in one seating. Still, Ron eagerly dove into the melted cheese wonder before him and his friend. Unfortunately, Ron’s stunted coordination once again reared its ugly head and eating the pizza as he used to, was proving to be a major challenge. Seeing her Little struggle once more, Joy calmly offered to help. “Do you need me to cut it up, honey?” Ron was about to protest, but Joy then quickly spoke up again. “Look, sweetie, even Olly is getting his cut up for him.” Ron looked over at his friend with his own cut-up pizza and reluctantly agreed to the destruction of the beauty laid out before him. It proved to be a wise move and Ron got about halfway through the pizza when the show began to start. Large animatronics hummed to life and began to sing and play their instruments. It was certainly a highlight of the chain, and most Littles couldn’t get enough of the spectacle. Olly and Ron were no exceptions. What this meant however, was that Ron was barely paying attention to where his fork was ending up. Once again, Joy noticed and just started to feed Ron herself. “But…” Ron said, before swallowing another bite. He looked like he wanted to protest further, but another bite of the delectable pizza and the apparent realization that he could just enjoy the show now, silenced any further protest. Joy just smiled as she continued to instruct her Little to close when the fork had entered his mouth. The vibrant and cutesy show soon ended and both Littles seemed to be waning in their energy levels. Still, Cynthia and Joy both looked at each other and while the day hadn’t been a bust necessarily, it was far from the ideal scenario that either had originally envisioned. “Okay, you two. You can go back out and play, but maybe just stick to the games for the rest of the day.” Ron and Olly almost seemed geared to automatically protest the apparent ban of something that was so fun but a small tap by Joy on her own forehead stopped them cold as a reminder that the last time they had gone up, one of them had come back with a mighty bump. “Okay…” both sighed and then toddled off. Watching them as they left, both caregivers looked on at their departing Littles and the increasing bulk of both of their diapers. As two experienced caregivers by now, they knew that before they left for the day, they would need to stop off at the restroom and give them a change. Nearing the games, Olly and Ron decided to work together with their free tokens to win the prizes easier. Some games still seemed to prove to be too difficult to master, but they eventually found a few more manageable ones and were soon successful at a number of them. One allowed them to play a memory game, which with their combined efforts, paid out in almost a hundred tickets. “Ooh! Ooh! That one, Olly,” Ron cried out, eagerly pointing to one of the cards that he remembered had a matching bunny on the other side. Olly then selected it and another bunny appeared. “Yeah! You go, Ron! We are the masters of this! These animal cards shall submit to us! Ha ha ha!” Olly laughed exaggeratedly with his best impression of an evil voice. “Yes! We shall rule all!” Ron said, mimicking the deeper tone that Olly had adopted. Both Littles then laughed and cheered each other over their combined successes. Before too long, they had racked up an immense number of tickets and held them tightly to their chests as if they were guarding their loot with their lives. Many looked on in astonishment, but both Littles just made a beeline for the prize counter and dumped all their tickets in front of the staff member that was waiting there. “How much is all this?” Ron asked innocently. The staff member just looked on at the pile in front of him. “Uh… just one second…” They then began to feed the long lines of tickets into a machine just behind the counter. A loud crunching noise soon echoed all around the three of them. Olly and Ron then stared at the prizes in front of them. While both could count, they had lost track of the amount after about 250, so they knew what they could afford at minimum. Before them, were prizes ranging from a stick of chewing gum all the way up to a new computer from Melon Corp. That one was 10,000 tickets, so both Littles just looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement over its impossibility. Instead, they focused on the more attainable prizes that they could split amongst them. “That will be 954 tickets. So, something big, or a few small stuff…” the staff member eventually explained after the last ticket had gone through the feed counter. Looking up once more and now armed with that information, both Littles saw what they wanted. “The stuffed fish for me,” Ron said. “And the stuffed gator for me,” Olly continued. The staff member nodded and retrieved both. It left them with about 54 tickets left, so they just split up the remaining tickets and got small little prizes like buttons or tiny elastic toys. The candy was awfully tempting, and Ron and Olly looked on with almost drooling desire, but both knew their caregivers well. After the amount of pizza they had just consumed, eating the candy as well was not likely an option for today. Both Littles then collected their prizes and left the counter. Olly’s gator was long and bumpy, but he still held onto him tightly and with pride. Ron’s new fish was smaller, but far more colorful, and like Olly, Ron held onto his new prize with pure contentment. Both danced around in glee, and I could see that Cynthia and Joy both looked on at their two approaching Littles with amusement. The two Littles began to shake their butts all around and both briefly stopped for a moment with an intense look of concentration on their faces, before then immediately resuming their dancing without a clue over what had just happened. Cynthia and Joy knew though, and both collected their respective diaper bags for the change they now knew had to take place. Leaving a regressing Little in a messy diaper had its uses, but both knew a Little with a severe case of diaper rash would only lead to a fussier and less cooperative Little down the road. Olly and Ron continued to dance with happiness, and many looked on with amusement. A few plugged their noses, but if either Little noticed the smell or the gestures from others, they made little to no effort to show it. The day could have gone terribly with the Big children and two mean-spirited Littles, but now, everything was back to how it should be. Getting close to the end of the recording, I could only smile as I stopped the RealET system and leaned back in my chair, full of pride and contentment over the work that we were accomplishing here with Project Nurture. “Not much further now…”

I would have never guessed that you only have these two stories. that's a testament to how good your writing is. I was an English major in college and actually wanted to be a novelist but after I dropped out of a graduate program in counselling, I got a synthesizer and discovered that I'm much better at putting sounds together than words.

This is it, basically - I'm new to this, more or less. I've written some stuff not related to the topic at hand, but never "published" any of it. I took a couple of writing courses in school decades ago and always enjoyed it, but never really found myself with enough time to delve into it. One of my challenges is that I start one of these and then it takes me a couple of weeks to produce the next chapter, because I get too busy. My apologies in advance if it takes a while for me to flesh this story out. I'm doing something a bit different here than I did with the man Shifting Sands story, in that I wrote a lot of that out and then read and reread it before posting anything, whereas in Going Green, I'm flying more by the seat of my pants, and trying to post it after only some basic editing to make sure I'm using names correctly and my spelling and punctuation is okay. I may abandon that approach if I discover I suck at it, lol.

I really like your writing. I'm guessing from the title that it's also cloth diapers. What other stories have you written besides this one and shifting sands? I want to check out more of your work.

I don't think that the curse is effecting anybody but him just by how you've written this

Staring into the refrigerator as if it was a portal to another dimension, Ben moved his head left to right as he tried to find what he was looking for. Soon after, his eyes went into a squint, as if he couldn’t see the back of the fridge.”Daddyyyyyyyy” the 20 year old called out in an irritated tone. Grabbing the bookmark that sat on the end table to his right, Mark placed it in his book before forcing himself up out of his easy chair. While he didn’t much like the whining tone his boyfriend was giving him, at least it was better than him sounding hurt or scared. Mark could handle irritated Benny any day of the week. Strutting his way into the kitchen, the man of the house asked “What is it buddy?” followed by a kiss on the cheek and a couple pats on his thickly padded bottom. “Daddy” Ben told his caregiver, sounding like he was holding back tears “We don’t have anymore lemonade and I really wanted some.” As he explained the current predicament he was in, the diaper clad college student made sure to give his boyfriend some puppy dog eyes so his issue would hopefully be solved faster. He knew his daddy always melted when he turned the cuteness up to 11. “Well…” Mark replied as he opened the fridge door again “we have some yummy chocolate moo moo as well as apple juice. Don’t those sound super yummy? Daddy can fill a sippy cup up with either for you baby.” One thing Benny’s daddy always did was give his little boy options. It made him feel more involved. Unless of course his baby was just crawling around while sucking his binky and babbling, then it made sense for Mark to make the decisions. “NO, I WANT LEMONADE!” Benny screamed, stomping his feet as he did. “Chocolate moo moo and apple juice are stupid! I want lemonade!” He finished off his tiny tantrum with a mean look at his daddy as he stuck his tongue out at the caregiver. The 35 year old was in shock. His little never acted like this ever. He was usually such a happy go lucky little diaper boy, but apparently not today. Mark wasn’t sure how to handle this. His boyfriend needed to be punished, but how? Did he go with a classic bare bottom spanking? How about writing lines until his diaper was leaking? As he took a second to think things through, the perfect plan hatched in the caregiver’s brain. Mark simply responded to Benny’s freakout with a calm “OK, we can go to the store and get some a little later. Daddy has to make a list. Now, why don’t you run along and play while I get things ready?” he told the tall toddler following it up with a quick squeeze of the boy’s padding. As Benny started to toddle back to the living room, Mark called out “and baby…” When he saw his little stop in his tracks, the 6’7” giant of a man finished his statement with a “that Pamper better be soggy by the time I come back.” “O...okay daddy” Benny responded as he turned his head back towards the living/playroom that had his toys scattered all around it. There were action figures, toy cars, and legos as far as the eye could see. No baby toys like rattles of baby blocks. Except for his stuffed bunny named Liam of course. He went with Benny everywhere. After a minute of playing with his Spider Man action figure, Benny’s mind couldn’t help but wander back to what had just happened in the kitchen. If he was going to be honest with himself, the adult baby thought he was 100% going to be spanked. His daddy was weirdly calm. It was just then that he remembered that his diaper was not soaked like his daddy had requested. Relaxing his bladder, the diaper-clad 20 year old flooded his Huggies, watching the padding turn from white to yellow. Just as the college kid in the droopy diaper reached down and started to squish the padding encasing his big boy parts, as his daddy liked to call them, Mark made his way back into the living/playroom. As a sly smile grew on his face, the man responded to the sight in front of him with “well well, it sure looks like a certain little man loves his soggy dipey! It also looks like that same little man forgot the rules. Only daddy gets to help baby boy make stickies in his Pampers. Looks like there are two rules you forgot Benny.” The man Benny called daddy slowly walked over to the blushing baby boy and grabbed the hand resting on the soggy padding in his. “Now, I think someone is in need of a diaper change before we head to the grocery store.” He told his boyfriend as he helped him to his feet and guided him to the nursery, the swollen diaper swaying between the diaper clad man’s legs slowing things down just a bit. As his caregiver opened the door to the nursery, Benny noticed that his diaper was already laying open on the changing table with a stuffer resting inside. Normally, when he was changed, Mark would always give him tickles, so having the diaper under him already might cause a rip with all the wiggling. However, with him having a tantrum in the kitchen, the baby boy figured his daddy wasn’t really in a tickling mood at this moment. The change itself went quickly without much fanfare. A stray tickle or heart melting smile from daddy here or there, but it was mostly routine. It might have been the fastest diaper change Benny had ever received, and he was including the very messy Huggies that daddy wasn’t a big fan of changing. “Stay here baby” Mark said after taping the final tape on the plastic backed padding. He knew the perfect outfit for his little man today that would work for what he had planned. Pulling a pair of blue shorts and a yellow shirt out, Benny’s daddy gave a nod as he made his way back to the 20 year old on the changing table. “Here is your outfit of the day buddy” he told his boyfriend as he threaded Benny’s feet through the leg holes. After finessing the shirt over his head, the 35 year old couldn’t help but smile at the outfit. When his baby boy was sitting on his padded tushy, the leg holes of the shorts rode up enough that it showed the white plastic of his padding. That view was one of the things that made Mark’s daddy heart melt. On top of the toddler-like color combo, he was satisfied that his little man was going to be an undercover baby today. Benny made quick work of hopping off the changing table and waddling behind his daddy as they made their way to the front door. On his way down the hall, he was able to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was glad his diaper wasn’t too obvious. He could tell it was there, but it was only because he was looking for it. After putting on socks and shoes for 2, Mark continued to lead his boyfriend out the door and into the car on the driveway. As was customary, Benny was always buckled in the back seat. They had a car seat coming pretty soon, but for now they had to make due with a regular buckle. The ride to the grocery store was a little longer than normal. While they did have one about 5 minutes from their house, neither of them likes to go there when diapered. The couple hated exposing vanilla people to their kinks, so today they drove about 25 minutes away to a smaller town. They both knew that there were rarely people there, so they could get away with a little more. With what Mark had planned, they needed all the privacy they could get. “We’re here” Mark called out as he put the car in park, a smile forming on his face as he looked around the parking lot. The only cars here had to be for the couple employees that were working. Perfect. Of course Benny knew they were at the grocery store, he had eyes! However, he figured it was smart to just keep his mouth shut and follow along with what his daddy had planned. No part of him wanted to add onto his punishment. As he tried to open the door to free himself from the SUV, the door didn’t budge.”Child locks, of course” the scaled up toddler thought to himself as, on cue, his daddy pulled the door open and greeted him with a smile. “Alright buddy, ready to have some fun shopping with daddy?” the mountain of a man asked in the most sing-song voice he could muster. He knew that his little one was nervous about what the punishment would entail, but Mark didn’t want to scare his boyfriend too much. The pair walked through the automatic doors with Benny’s small left hand enveloped by his daddy’s right. They both greeted the elderly woman working with a smile. It was then that Mark took over and walked further into the store with his diapered baby boy following behind. “Oh no!” were the only words that left Benny’s daddy’s lips as they both entered the bread aisle. He followed up the exacerbated 2 words by feeling around in his pockets. “What is it dad...Mark?” Ben asked, not liking to call his daddy...well daddy...in public. “I can’t believe it. I forgot the shopping list! How could I be so silly? Looks like we are going to have to head home and get it!” Taking his little’s hand in his again, he took a couple steps back down the aisle. “Really? Come on daddy!” Benny thought, but would never say out loud. He was both annoyed and surprised. Normally, his boyfriend was the one who would double, or even sometimes triple, check that they had everything. This was way out of character. All of the sudden, the forgetful man stopped in his tracks. To Benny, it was like something out of a horror movie as his caregiver turned his head to him and smiled. “Wait, NOW I remember! Look at me being so forgetful today. I know exactly where I left the list” Mark brought his massive right hand back to the rear waistband of his baby boy’s baby blue shorts. In one quick movement, he slid the shorts down his little’s thighs and let them sit right above his knees. “WHAT ARE...what are you doing?!?” Benny could have died from embarrassment as his white diaper was exposed. Purely on instinct, he reached down and tried to pull the shorts back up. “If you touch those cute little shorts one more time, we will drive right home and give you a nice big enema before coming back. Is that what you want?” Mark asked, chuckling internally as his baby froze in place. “Good. Now, daddy pulled your shorts down because he wrote the shopping list on your padded bottom. I couldn’t trust myself not to lose a piece of paper after all. Now, the first item on the crinkly list is bagels, so why don’t you waddle your little tushy over there and grab some” the 35 year old instructed, pulling his boyfriend’s shorts back into place. All Benny could do was slink away down the aisle towards the breakfast food. How could his daddy be so mean to subject him to this level of embarrassment? As he grabbed the bagels off the shelf, another question popped up in the diapered college student’s mind: how many items were written on the list? Was this just a trip for a couple items or were they restocking the whole kitchen? God he hoped it was the former. “Such a good boy, thank you buddy” Mark told his boyfriend as he took the first item from his little one’s hand and dropped it in the basket. “Now, what was item number two? I totally forgot. Let’s just take a quick peek” the man chuckled as he pulled his diaper boy’s shorts down to his ankles. “Of course, that's right!” All Ben could do was try his best not to squirm. He wasn’t sure if Mark was actually checking the list written on the white padding of just admiring his bulky bottom. The 20 year old’s heart slowed down just a tiny bit as he felt the waistband of his shorts sliding back up his legs. “So...what’s next...daddy?” Benny asked. His brain told him not to call his partner daddy in public, but the humiliation he was enduring mixed with the diaper check feeling was bringing out his little side in tiny ways. Reading the signals his baby boy was putting out, Mark didn’t respond and just took Benny’s hand as he led them towards the aisle the next item was in. While this was supposed to be a punishment of sorts, the 6’7” mountain of a man also knew that his little boy’s little side needed to be cherished. Plus, Mark’s heart was always filled with happiness when Ben regressed into Benny. This next item would only help drop his baby boy deeper into baby space. As soon as they turned the corner, the sweet aroma of baby powder that hit Benny’s nostrils told him exactly where they were. The pastel colored boxes of Pampers, Huggies, and Luvs sent his little side into overdrive as a giant smile grew on his face. “Next thing on the list was some wipes. Can you walk on your own to get some or do you need daddy to keep holding onto your hand?” Mark asked, his question answered not with words, but with Ben squeezing his fingers. All he could do was smile as his little one looked up at him. He would do whatever it took to make that padded little one holding his hand feel safe and loved. Once they made their way halfway down the aisle and stood in front of the wall of wipes, the man Benny called daddy said “We might need to pick up more packs than usual. Someone has been quite a potty pants lately” followed by a couple pats on his little boy’s crinkly bottom. “Speaking of which, I think daddy needs to check that his shopping list isn’t too soggy” as he ran his hand down the front of his boyfriend’s shorts and gave a squeeze. “Wow, still dry?” “Wait” was the only word that left Benny’s lips. Feeling that his caregiver’s hand wasn’t moving from his diapered crotch, the baby boy let the floodgates loose. As much as he didn’t want to let his little side out in public, Benny couldn’t help but let his thumb find its way into his mouth as the padding taped around his waist began to swell. “Oh my goodness, someone really had to go pee pee” the 35 year old cooed as his fingers felt warmth. After 15 seconds, the stream was still going strong. The bottle that Mark gave Benny as part of the early punishment was really going a long way. Not only did the formally white diaper feel different, the swelling of the padding made it quite noticeable under Benny’s clothes. Anyone who cared to look would be able to tell that the college student was sporting the same pair of underwear a toddler did. “Wow! I’m surprised you didn’t leak baby” Mark announced (a little too loud for Benny’s liking) as he squeezed and poked the droopy padding. His DL side was starting to come out as he felt the warm padding, but he quickly stopped it from going any further considering the couple was in public. “Change daddy?” was all Ben could muster around his thumb, nursing it while a thin line of drool ran down his chin. “Benny boy, daddy didn’t bring any extra dipeys. I think this one can hold up until we make it home. If it doesn’t, that's no problem. We can just put you in a double diaper when we get home.” Mark’s brain was then reminded about the wipes they needed and grabbed a couple off the shelf before putting them next to the bagels. “We only have one more thing to grab: the lemonade you wanted. Or, at least, I think that was it. Let me check.” The all too familiar ritual of Benny’s pants coming down followed, this time followed by the quip “We for sure need lemonade now. It looked like a lot of it was poured down the back of your padding.” Benny’s caregiver could have told him he just won a million dollars and the 20 year old wouldn’t have heard a word he said. He was stuck firmly in his toddler headspace with no chance of getting out. The increased waddle due to his sagging diaper only added to the regression. Nothing of note happened as they picked up the 2 liter of lemonade. Mark knew that Benny could barely walk at this point, let alone comprehend any embarrassment or punishment his boyfriend was trying to inflict. All he could do was gently remove the saliva covered thumb from his baby boy’s mouth as they made their way to the checkout line, where a woman in her mid 30s smiled and greeted them. After the four items were bagged up and they were sent on her way, Benny popped his thumb back in his mouth. The combination of his soggy diaper, the nursing he was doing, and his daddy’s strong hand engulfing his made his heart smile. Right before they got to the care, Ben couldn’t help but babble around his thumb “I wuv ou daddy.” “Daddy loves you too little boy, to the ends of the earth! Whether you are in big boy mode at school or waddling around with your diaper out for all to see, daddy is so lucky to have you in his life! I love you Benjamin!” In order to put an exclamation point on his thought, the mustached man planted a massive kiss on his baby boy’s cheek. “Now, how about we stop for some ice cream on the way home?”

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 #

Update to my design and experience with this stent. I love this stent still, I have worn it for weeks at a time! I only take it out at times for sex sometimes or to clean the stent. Also, I found a urologist that is keeping watch on my bladder and urethra, which is amazing! They took an ultrasound image so I could see how far the stent is in my bladder (even though it is hard to really tell, I'll post the pic), and I watched as they did an Cystoscopy. The urethra was good with no redness or swelling, and there was a small red spot on my bladder wall that was probably caused by a stent. The doctor was not concerned about it. Changes I have made: Is to not have a big curve in the tube that goes into the bladder, as cathdiap mentioned once. There is still a curve, but only about 20 degrees or so. Also, I played with the holes to help relieve pressure. My current stent has holes in the ball that is located in the bladder. I've simplified the process as well, and can make a new one rather quickly. It takes about 30 minutes now, but I still take my time and make sure it is as perfect as I feel comfortable. I use an electric drill with new drill bits that I use only for the stent balls. The holes needs to be widened so I can press it onto the tubing on both ends. I still use the leather hole punch for the pressure vent holes, and this is the hardest part! Using the hole punch over the ball and tubing is not easy, but it is so much better than other ideas I have had. I tried the drill for the pressure holes before, but it leaves the plastic connected to the tubing that it is not a clean cut. I also tried the Dremel, but it was slow and not as accurate. The reason for the balls is to create a smooth surface at the tips when the stent is going in and out of the urethra, and to protect the bladder wall from scratching. The tubing shape is easy to obtain by heating the material, mold it how I want, and then put in cold water to hold the form. At body temperature, it is soft, but holds its form. So, most of the details from my previous post are still used. I have played with the length of the stent over and over again, and while they are different sizes, it seems they all work well. The important part of the sizing is the bend while in the urethra, just under the taint. The length has to be long enough to hold its place while at a 90 degree bend to not want to migrate into the bladder, but short enough so it is not putting pressure in the urethra toward the penis to cause irritation (there is a point in my urethra where nerves sensitive to pressure of the stent is more or none existent, for me.) I also don't want the tube going too deep into the bladder, as the function to release urine while standing is harder, because the bladder has to fill more and more to be able to void out the stent. My stents range from 9 to 12 cm long, and I'm still experimenting on the benefit and issues with different sizing. There is a difference when laying down vs standing. I always have enough length in the retrieval line to account for getting hard, both in length and girth, and even more in case it wants to migrate toward the bladder while the penis pulses and throbs, but not too much that it can actually go into the bladder fully. I leave enough line slack that when I get hard, there is enough to wrap around my head once with still a little slack. I have awaken from irritation at my PA hole being pulled because the stent wants to migrate while I am hard, but that is better than having it migrate totally into my bladder. And for those that are concerned about my safety with the balls on the tubing without any adhesives, the balls have never moved while inside my body! They can be moved by my hand with a little force, but there is no force like that in the bladder or urethra and it holds extremely well! I'll post a pic of my stent when I take it out to clean it!

Part 4 Despite what the slogan for the town says... TYME certainly wasn’t on MY side. As I sat in that kiddie circle only half listening to what I was sure was a story aimed at me I couldn’t get over the fact that a complete stranger had the right to spank me. According to him he’d been given permission by my parents but... how could my parents say that was OK? I could feel myself welling-up at the injustice of it all, whilst the rawness in my diaper was a fierce reminder of what had just taken place, and which I’d had no defence against. The threat of E10 if I didn’t change my ways had me worrying just how awful such a place might be... and who was there already. I mean, would it be somewhere I’d want to be, with people like me perhaps who resented being in this fuc... erm... dreadful place? The thing is the impression I got from the Prefect was that it was a place to avoid. So, could it be a place where they made you change your ways with mind altering gizmos or drugs? Imagination was getting the better of me and I hardly heard a word Miss Tracy was saying. However, whatever conclusion I’d come to was so overwhelming I found myself bawling like a two year old and Miss Sylvia had to come and remove me from the group as I’d set a few of the other little ones off. “What’s the matter sweetie?” Her voice was sugary but sympathetic, “Is your first day at nursery a bit much for you, hmmm?” I didn’t want to answer but that’s exactly what it was; finding myself reduced to the status of a toddler and having a really sore bottom. I could still feel each and every stinging slap and as much as I tried not to... the tears came in floods. I hated this place but wasn’t allowed to escape. She tried to cuddle me but instinctively I pulled away. “Now, now sweetie, what you need is a hug from the cuddle fairy... she’ll make you feel as right as can be...” This is ridiculous. I’m almost twelve but her soothing voice and the fact she was stroking my head felt really comforting. I didn’t want to rest my cheek on her shoulder but I didn’t resist when she pulled me in to a lovely deep cuddle. “There, there sweetheart... let cuddly Miss Sylvia make everything bet-bet.” I moved ever so slightly away but with absolutely no resistance she pulled me back and continued to hum a soft tune as I calmed down. Eventually, although still in her soft embrace, I found what I wanted to say. “That Prefect really hurt, it’s not fair, it’s...” “Oh sweetie of course, your little bum-bum must be red from being disciplined like that but... that’s what happens to naughty boys who swear and don’t do as they’re told. Still,” she paused as she stroked my padding, “I suppose I could put a little bit of soothing cream on that little tushie of yours... what d’ya say?” Again I didn’t want to join in with this stupid situation but I dare not fight any more, well certainly not today, and my bottom still felt like it was on fire and that process actually sounded good, so nodded my acquiescence. “There’s a good boy... come with me sweetie and we’ll have you all tickety-boo in a shake of a lamb’s tail. She held out her hand and despite myself I reached out and she pulled me to my feet and we walked back to the same place where I’d been changed earlier. “Right Jamie let’s get you up on the changing table and we can rub in some lovely soothing balm.” I got up and lay out feeling vulnerable but because I’d been wearing a diaper since I’d arrived in this town... this part, although a little strange, wasn’t too bad. That’s when it hit. I’d only been wetting myself since I arrived in this dreadful place so it must be something THEY were doing that was making me wet at night. Of course, why had I not realised this ‘fact’ before and why had I let myself be treated like a toddler. However, my thoughts were disrupted as she started to pull down my plastic pants when suddenly I grabbed them back up and shouted “NO”. # Miss Sylvia looked at me in surprise. She was about to continue removing my padding but I’d found my voice. “You’re all in it together,” I snarled accusingly. “You, mom, dad, this town of sadists...” I wasn’t quite sure what one was but I seemed to remember Boggy telling me it was about people who hurt others for no reason. I was trying to sit up but she just put her hand on my chest and held me down. Strangely I wanted to fight but that inexplicable knowing scowl on her face made me think twice. “Oh, has baby found a new word,” she mocked as her other hand reached for my plastic pants. “So,” she said tugging them down, “you think that everyone here in TYME has got together to make your life difficult, hmmm?” With one quick movement she yanked them off. “You think that everyone here has nothing better to do than gang up on Little Jamie,” she scoffed but looked determined, “who incidentally, and according to his records and the opinion of his parents, ‘has been acting like a little baby since arriving here’... is that what you think?” Her patience and goodwill seemed to have evaporated as she pulled at the little plastic clasps on the sides of my diaper and yanked them off leaving me completely naked from the waist down. “Turn over.” She commanded but I was more than a little terrified as to the way this revelation had gone. “Listen to me Jamie,” I’d been a bit slow in doing as she said so, with more strength than I would have given her credit for, she grabbed an arm and leg and flipped me over onto my belly, “you have been the architect of all that has befallen you and why you are here in the nursery.” I can only assume she was staring at my reddened bum because it didn’t feel she was talking to me. “You are the one who swears and abuses our enforcement officers. You are the one who gives your mother and father a hard time. You are even the one who pees and poos themselves... so Jamie... you see you have no one to blame but you.” “But spanking me is unfair... I... I...” “Do you know how many people have been spanked in this school?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “None until YOU” I looked up at her in surprise. “Yes, only you because everyone else, and I mean everyone else, from our youngest to the oldest, can appreciate what TYME is creating here.” I was still astounded and a little wary of these ‘facts’ but she continued. “It’s not TYME that said you could be spanked it was your parents who thought there may well be no other way of getting through to you so... whenever you swear, are disrespectful or generally unpleasant.... that’s what’s waiting for you.” I was shocked into silence. “I suppose they were hoping that the threat was enough but no, you just kept on pushing and pushing and didn’t heed the warning signs. You say you’re eleven but you haven’t learned a thing so... just how dumb are you?” She reached over to a shelf and sorted through an array of bottles and canisters until she found what she wanted. Without saying anything else she opened the top and palmed a huge dollop of some oily white cream, which was then rubbed into my inflamed bottom. “We try our best here to make everyone’s experience as nice as we can. TYME is on your side isn’t just a cute slogan... it’s a call to all who want to be treated well and with respect. The fact that you can’t appreciate that simple fact is once again a failing on your part not the towns.” She gently spread the sweet-scented cream all around and with its coolness there was a lessoning in the sting. Her tone softened. “The Prefect has made your bot-bot very red so this cream should reduce that ache and once we put another diaper on you’ll feel the benefits.” So the lecture was over and now her main concern was my welfare and inflamed bottom. I did a little wriggle of annoyance at the idea of being returned to wearing yet more protection but couldn’t complain because she was doing as I’d asked and there was an immediate result to her caring massage. She asked me to turn over and this time I did so without any mumbling or annoyance and she spread more of the cream over my privates. Miss Sylvia then reached under the table and produced a blue fabric diaper, which she flapped out to reveal it had a yellow and white border. She saw I was about to protest but gave me a withering look so I said nothing. Once the diaper had been folded into shape she also placed an extra soaker pad in it before slipping it under my bum and fastening it on tightly using two little tri-armed plastic gizmo’s that grabbed onto the material and held everything in place. “Right Jamie you’re good to go... and I don’t want to hear another word of complaint about you or back-talking to any of the lovely people here... do you understand?” I could see she was serious and I had to admit, even with thicker padding, it felt a lot better. She waited until I nodded in agreement but I asked for some pants, she said that babies didn’t need pants but if I wanted, she’d find me a nice onesie I could wear. I wasn’t that keen so said nothing and was guided back out to join the rest of the toddler group who were just about to have, as Miss Sylvia said, “their din-dins” # Some of the kids were in hi-chairs and some sat around in little groups at small tables. It was a noisy affair but the helpers were feeding those who needed such attention, whilst others were happily trying their best with fingers and spoons. Miss Sylvia guided me to a space at one small table which I thought I was too big to sit at but again, she gave me a look that said “Don’t even start.” So I sat and waited for my meal to arrive. Like everyone else I had cut up frankfurters, herby mashed potatoes and what looked like mashed beans. There was also a baby’s bottle full of milk and when I touched the glass it felt warm. The thing is, after all I’d been through, and although I was full of resentment about being put with this group of toddlers, my hunger overcame any reticence and I ploughed my spoon into the gloopy mass. It tasted fantastic. It was a shame my portion was only as big as the little kids but I appreciated what I had. I certainly didn’t want to drink from the bottle but I noticed both Miss Tracy and Miss Sylvia watching me and making notes on their screens, which looked like they were giving me marks. Although I can’t be sure but that was the feeling I got. I assumed I was being marked for not arguing, eating all my food and who knows what else. It dawned on me that perhaps, the best way to get out of here was to play along and try and amass enough points to be sent back to my real age group. It’s amazing where your thoughts take you when you’ve little option. “Do you need any help Jamie...” one of the girls pointed to the baby’s bottle of milk. I knew precisely what would happen if I didn’t pick it up and start to nurse from it. So, I didn’t argue, I didn’t have a meltdown, I simply lifted the bottle, stuck the teat between my lips and started sucking like the rest of those who didn’t have sippy cups. Yes, why hadn’t I been given a sippy cup? Well, I can only think that it was another test and, as I didn't want a return visit from the Prefect I let myself be humiliated as I hoped no one else would ever know what was happening. After din-dins, erm, I mean lunch, it was nap time and we were all encouraged to find a little mat, a space on the floor and relax. Of course it wasn’t something I wanted to do and the mats were way too small for me but Miss Tracy called me over and led me off to a little side room where a few of the less able kids were being led into cribs. There was one larger bed and I was led over to it and gently encouraged by her tapping on my padded butt to climb in. I knew this was a huge trial and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be part of it but, Miss Tracy was being very nice telling all the other kids to sleep and wake refreshed for more play time later. I thought I might as well take the opportunity to rest and gather my thoughts because there had been, and continued to be, quite a lot to take in. It was weird because the anger that I had at the beginning of all this had petered out and now I was simply thinking about how to get out of this silly situation. I’m not sure if it was down to the Prefect’s heavy hand, or the little chat that Miss Sylvia gave me but, the feeling I’d been put in my place and everything had been as a result of my obstinacy had hit home. They’d made it very clear that I was there because of my actions so now I had to find a way of playing their own game to see if I could change what was happening. Eventually we were all settled and the blinds closed, the lights dimmed and a sort of soft ethereal music started up. I could hear a child crying in the other room but my room was thankfully quiet and before I realised it I was being woken up by Miss Tracy and asked if I needed a change. “How long have I been asleep?” I groggily asked. “Well Jamie, you went sleepy-byes for nearly an hour...” I looked at her angrily as I didn’t like the fact she was talking to me like I was a two year old. “Ohhh, that look tells me someone’s wet their diaper and needs a change... c’mon sweetpea let’s get you over to the counter and changed before you get a nasty little rash.” Of course I wasn’t going to put up with this nonsense much longer but as I moved I felt that she was correct and my diaper was absolutely full. She patted the soggy front and smiled. “Someone’s been visited by the tinkle fairy... ohh and such a load... we’d better check that’s all there is.” She turned me round and pulled back the rear of my diaper, “Who’s a good boy... no stinkies but we still need to change and wipe your little bits ‘n bobs and get you ready for more play, hmmm?” Now I was aware of the expanded diaper I definitely wanted out of it so had to put up with being treated like all the others and wait my turn to get fresh padding. The girls were very fast and efficient so my turn, standing in line waiting with a very heavy and drooping diaper, was soon over. “Oopsy,” the girl said as I climbed onto the warm plastic changing mat that had just been vacated by a giggling two year old, “let’s see what tinkles...” I gave her a look and for a moment she stopped her chat and instead of her smiley and encouraging face I saw a real challenge. I wasn’t ready to take that on so tried to relax and let her get on with what she had to do... and say whatever she thought appropriate. I admit that it took a great deal of restraint not just to blow her and everybody else off but my bum couldn’t take another visit from the Prefect so I lay there hoping my resentment didn’t show too much. “Jamie, you’re doing very well,” she cooed as she wiped away any dampness from my privates. “It’s so nice having you with us and Damian and Elsie are keen to play with you once we have you all nicely wrapped up.” She smiled radiantly as she nodded over to two toddlers who were waiting at the door already freshly re-diapered and looking excitedly in my direction. The diaper and padding were quickly applied, as were the plastic pants inched up my legs. As I was about to get up Miss Sylvia came over with a onesie she said should fit and that was pulled over my head and the metal studs clasped under my crotch. It was all very snug but at least it hid part of the fabric. “Off you go... and Jamie,” she said with more than a hint of a warning, “play nicely.” # I looked around and I was dressed the same as these little babies, some around the same age as Josh, except he was in another, more advanced class and wearing a school uniform not a onesie and diaper. Miss Sylvia’s knowing threat hadn’t gone unnoticed and I reluctantly began to join in the game that Elsie and Damian had cooked up. Of course, it wasn’t too difficult to join in because I had played silly toddler games with Joshy before we moved here. Unexpectedly, guilt set in when I realised that we hadn’t played together for quite some time. No wonder he loved coming to school, he had friends to play with. Since coming to TYME I’d never once given a thought to mine and Josh’s relationship I was just too resentful about the move. The number of times he’d tried to engage me in the daft stuff we used to play together and I just blanked him or was downright rude... well that wasn’t how it used to be. I didn’t have to give the game much thought as it involved a lot of running around and screaming with delight (them not me though I did make the appropriate noises when necessary) and I began to wonder if wetting was down to my self-inflicted depression? I didn’t know why or how but despite everything mom putting me back in diapers had been needed. I mean, I hadn’t wet until I came here so maybe, if I DID make friends with some of the other kids my age, perhaps my morning sogginess would be no more. How Elsie and Damian, and the few other’s that joined in our game had got me thinking about changing my grumpiness and embracing the change... though I wasn’t sure. Maybe because of that simple fact, despite myself, I was actually having fun like Josh and I used to do. Is this what they meant by re-training? # There were moments when I was completely lost in play but then I’d realise I was not supposed to be here and that would lessen my enthusiasm. Of course the carers were keeping an eye on everyone but I felt their displeasure when I occasionally stopped and thought about my situation. I was in conflict. I knew what I should be doing but there was still a resistance that buzzed in my mind to fight this place as much as I could. Weirdly, it was as I was thinking about this ‘fight’ that I could feel my diaper warming and realised I’d just soaked it. The lunchtime milky drink apparently flowing through me very quickly and without any conscious attempt on my part to stop the flood. “Jamie sweetie, do you need a change?” I felt stupid and wasn’t sure how Miss Tracy knew but the diaper’s slight discolour gave it away so there was no use denying it. “OK boys and girls anyone else need a change?” She looked over at the others and two put up their hands. “Jenny, Azim come along with Jamie and we’ll get you all cleaned up and into a nice fresh diapee, yeah?” So, two little figures and a relatively large one waddled over to the changing room. “Do you want to go first Jamie?” This was so embarrassing but what was worse than having to wear a diaper (as I’ve said) was wearing a wet one so I reluctantly nodded. “There’s a good boy,” encouraged Miss Tracy, “I’ll have you all clean and tickety-boo in moments” and thrust a teddy into my hands as she flipped the snaps holding my onesie together. The flimsy material bounced up onto my chest revealing just what a full and soaked diaper I was wearing. She pulled down the plastic pants and pulled at the securing gizmos. “Oh sweetie,” she smiled and cooed at me, “this is very wet... you must have been wearing a damp diaper for ages... we must start checking you more often... it’s not good to leave a wet diaper on for too long. We’re here to help Jamie... so don’t be shy in asking” then she quickly tapped something onto her tablet and smiled. I was sure I hadn’t wet earlier but I couldn’t be sure. Surely I’d know when my diaper was wet and take the appropriate action... except... I didn’t want anyone to know I wet, which was really stupid because everyone knew I did. Throughout this little speech of childish encouragement she had removed the soggy mass, wiped me clean and rubbed in some cream - all this whilst I was biting my bottom lip and clutching the teddy tightly. Jenny and Azim looked on standing on their tippy-toes to try and see better. A flurry of powder followed and made me cough and splutter which strangely got me chuckling and set off my two fellow diaper wetters. Miss Tracy took out another large blue diaper from under the table and fluffed it out; she added another soaker pad and quickly slipped it under my bum and fastened me in. A dry diaper was welcome but it seemed thicker than the last and, when she shuffled up a fresh pair of equally thick vinyl pants, I noticed that there were small cartoon animals all over them. I was about to complain when Azim came over and was obviously intrigued by them. “Ooohhh, wuvwy,” he enthused. For some reason his reaction to them took away my complaint and Miss Tracy helped me off the table and lifted Azim on to it. “Would Little Azim like some wuverly plastic panties like his friend Jamie?” She nodded towards me and he giggled in response. “Ask Miss Sylvia for a larger onesie sweetie,” she called after me, “I’m afraid that one wouldn’t fasten with your new padding.” I watched for a moment as she tickled Azim who was wriggling and giggling furiously but obviously enjoying the attention. I was just glad that she hadn’t done the same to me as I wasn’t sure how I’d have reacted. Meanwhile, I was on my way back to the rest of the group who were getting milk and cookies. # The onesie hung loose and flapped a little as I walked. “Ooohhh sweetie, that’s a thick diapee and I suppose the onesie doesn’t fit,” I nodded at Miss Sylvia. “Don’t worry sweetie, I have something else you can wear. Just go off and play and I’ll be back in a moment.” By then two little hands had grabbed mine and were dragging me over to their play area where a mat was set out with toys and dolls having a picnic. I’d played this game before with Josh so knew my part in it. I was the guest of honour. We’d been playing and pretending to have cakes and drinks when Miss Sylvia arrived back. “OK sweetie, hands up.” I saw she was carrying something new so did as she asked. The onesie was slid off with care and a little shiver ran through my body because it was done with such tickly tenderness. “Keep your arms up sweetie,” and she folded a soft fleecy t-shirt down and over my body. Like the diaper it felt fantastic against my skin and came to a stop just at the top of my padding. It was in pale blue and had a yellow cartoon monkey on the front which the rest of the assembled kids were excited about. They were all pointing at it and making comments and giggling so, thinking how Josh would have liked this, I pretended to be a monkey and bounced around making monkey noises. Had there been ropes to climb I think I might well have gone ape. It seemed appropriate to start making monkey type noises and adopting the facial expression I assumed went with being a monkey. The next step was to launch myself up onto a table and beat my chest. I saw the carers looking a little worried but I continued to screech like a happy ape. The kids loved it and were squealing in delight. I looked over and all the carers were laughing as well. Soon I had the entire nursery in uproar as I bounded from one mat onto a chair, back to another mat then up onto a table. Yes, I was a hit and the kids appreciated my silly antics. I saw both Miss Tracy and Miss Sylvia making notes. I just hoped they were as positive as I felt at that moment. # tbc #

No. I've said in the forums many many times that diapers are like a hobby for me and I do not let my fetish control me! I like diapers but when a person stops going out with friends, stops going to movies, concerts or the things he has always done because he want to stay home and play around in his diapers, the fetish has taken control of your life. I never want to be in that situation. I like my diapers but I have a regular life outside of diapers and if I want to do things with friends, I don't have to be in diapers to do it, nor would I want to be in diapers with my friends.

Part 3 I’d never felt so small or insignificant as the Prefect looked on and my shorts, plastic pants and diaper were removed one by one revealing the messy accident that had just occurred. I wanted to blame the ‘hulk’ but it was my shit and piss that had filled what mom had said was my ‘protection’. Once everything had been removed and the clean-up begun and after a signal from the nurse, the hulk left whilst tapping something into his own tablet. I knew that wasn’t good. Despite not wanting to cooperate I was glad to have someone take control who knew what they were doing. I’d hated mom insisting I wear a diaper and hated even more the fact that everyone had access to such information. However, Miss Mercy was gentle and thorough so I was wearing a fresh clean diaper fairly quickly. She checked my blue shorts to make sure there had been no leakage and then fed them up the huge plastic bulge I was now wearing. The fit was very tight. “Erm, Miss Mercy,” I wanted to complain but my anger was muted after putting her through what cannot have been a pleasant task. “These are very tight.” She smiled and held out her hand for me to take and helped me off the table. “Yes, well sweetie, I’ve added a little extra padding because a boy like you seems to, er, pee quite a lot. However, don’t worry... we’ll sort that out when we get to class.” She filled in her tablet with yet more information, no doubt about me, and then pointed me towards the door. “Not far.” She encouraged by patting my well-padded rear and urging me toward whatever E4 was. # The bitterness I had at the start of the day disappeared with my dirty diaper. I was embarrassed with myself and hated the fact that it seemed that everything I did ended up being tapped into a tablet so became even more info they had on me. How come no one saw this as, well, wrong? The problem I had now was that I was at school and there seemed to be no escape. On every wall there was one of those little blue units that we had at home. It appeared that ‘Mimi’ was monitoring every movement. I waddled under the thickness of my latest company diaper because it felt just that, ‘chunkier’, and made each step noisy. The fresh plastic pants she’d fitted hugged me tightly but crinkled louder than the ones mom had me in, all of which made me feel like a little kid. That image wasn’t helped by the fact that she was holding my hand and guiding me towards... wherever we were going. The thing was... with the fresh diaper, and despite it being designated by the company, I had to admit, a fresh clean one was remarkably comfy. The bulk may be cumbersome at times but there was no doubting that the soft fleeciness was quite nice. Of course I wouldn’t let anyone in on that observation. After a little while we came to a door that had E4 written in bold script and several cartoon animals gambolling all over it. “Here we are Jamie...” she beamed. I wasn’t happy about her calling me Jamie but didn’t feel confident enough to argue at that moment I was intrigued as to what was behind the door. She opened it and led me in. “This will be the place to come every morning from now on. No more grown up...” “What the FUCK.” I looked around and it was just a kid’s nursery. Pre-schoolers, some younger than Josh, were playing and crawling around chasing balls or hugging soft toys and... chasing bubbles... “Now, now Jamie,” Miss Mercy said in a stern tone, “we’ll not have any language like that” I turned to leave determined that this was a step too far but the door had closed behind me with an ominous ‘click’ that meant no getting out without authorisation. A couple of ‘teachers’, ‘nurses’, ‘carers’ or whatever they were, came over with welcoming smiles. “Is this Jamie or latest guest to the E4 play group?” “Yes it is,” Miss Mercy said through clenched teeth, “but he appears not to want to be here. He’s said an awfully rude word and I’ve just told him that type of language is unacceptable.” “Oh dear,” said one of the girls, she couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen, “we can’t have a rude boy speaking like that in front of these sweet little boys and girls now can we, hmmm?” “Well, whatever you are, you’d better let me out of here or you’ll be hearing a lot fucking worse.” I cursed indignantly. One of the girls looked at the other and sighed. “OK Miss Mercy, we’ll take little Jamie from here...” “No fucking chance... I’m leaving with her...” “Well, now, that way I think you’ll find Prefect William waiting for you OR,” and she emphasised the word, “you can follow us to the quiet room for a few minutes whilst you calm down and see... er... you have few options.” I’d forgotten about the goons they employed here to sneak around and stop people from being normal. I remembered that when that first Rural Deputy had caught and threatened to spank me if I didn’t do as he said... I suppose they still had that power if my parents had agreed to it. Of course, my dumb parents would agree to anything so as not to spoil their ‘paradise’. God how I hated this place but, although I was seething inside, I knew if I ended up in the deputy’s hands then I’d definitely be the looser. # I looked around the nursery and there were around twenty little faces all looking at me. They were all wearing similar diapers to me, though some had a matching onesie holding it in place, whilst others were running around in plastic pants. I wanted to tell them all to fuck off but as I’d never said those words to Joshy (even in anger) I wasn’t going to take it out on them. I assumed they had no idea what was going on or how high my stress level was at that particular moment but I wasn’t happy, not by a long way. The two ‘women’ who had greeted me at the door now urged me further inside and whilst I was distracted Miss Mercy left and again I heard the door ‘click’ closed. “Well now Jamie...” “James.” I was definite I wasn’t going to allow them to make me sound like a little kid... even if they did call me Jamie at home. “Well now James, this is Miss Sylvia and I’m Miss Tracy... welcome to E4, which is the bestest playground in the school.” She smiled encouragingly (and patronisingly) in my direction. “So?” I challenged. “This is stupid I’m not a little baby I’m a...” “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute,” she consulted her tablet. “It says here that you wet and messed yourself and according to your mommy and daddy (I could see she was laying it on thick) you have to wear a diaper all the time in case Mr Tinkle comes a-calling.” “So what, I have the occasional accident,” I was feeling both angry and defensive and the defensive side was winning. “That’s got nothing to do with...” “But it says here,” and she pointed to the screen with loads of information on it and my name at the top, “that you don’t know right from wrong or where and when you should be places... just like one of our little babies.” Her hand swept over the room of diaper-clad kids. I could have smacked her one but of course my anger just simply boiled over and I angrily told the lot of them very loudly to “All go and fuck yourselves... I’m not playing your fucking stupid games.” Fuck - was a word that every kid used back at my old school. There was hardly any sentence that didn’t contain it or several other terms of abuse. Although I rarely used it about the house because both my parents would have gone berserk... it was one I kept in stock for when I was very angry. I saw Miss Tracy nod into a camera placed above the doorway and within ten seconds Prefect William, or someone very similar as they all looked the same, came marching into the room. Without so much as consulting anyone he grabbed me by the arm and more or less dragged me into a small side room. Of course I yelled and protested about being manhandled and told him so in a torrid stream of swear words of complaint but it was no use. Once in the small room he pulled down my shorts, plastic pants and diaper, dragged me over his knee and commenced giving me a walloping that was even more fierce than dad’s had been. I screamed more abuse and demanded to be let go but he held me in a tight arm lock and I could do nothing other than let my bare bottom take the full parentally sanctioned action of this maniac Prefect. # I tried not to let my emotions get the better of me so was desperate not to cry but it hurt. My bum was on fire and the Prefect’s hand just didn’t let up until I was bawling like a baby and begging to be let go... promising as I did anything if he’d only stop. By the end I was just a mass of snot and tears. Whilst I was being spanked he didn’t speak a single word but just laid into me. Once he’d finished and I was a sobbing wreck I was lifted off his knee and stood in front of him like I was a naughty little kid. With my diaper and plastic pants around my ankles I suppose that’s just what I looked like. “Now Jamie,” he was holding my arms to my side so I couldn’t rub the pain away, also I was shaking like a leaf on a very windswept tree. “What you need to understand, and I realise that it is taking a while for it to sink in, maybe because you’re slow, or need extra help, but for whatever reason... we here in TYME do not put up with loud and unruly elements. We won’t tolerate any cussing, disrespecting seniors or generally disrespecting others under any circumstances.” I tried not to look at him but he made sure I was staring directly into his eyes as he spoke. “You’ve behaved like a discourteous little boy since you arrived here. Your mommy and daddy had asked for time for you to acclimatise yourself to our ways but you seem determined to resist what is best for you. So, with their consent, we are starting your education all over again.” I was choking back a huge wail of anger, regret, fear but mainly animosity towards everyone and everything that had brought me to this prison camp. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say it because I was still feeling the burning bounce of the Prefect’s hand slamming against my unprotected bum. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to get my thoughts in order. I so wanted to hit this man but what can an eleven year old do against The Hulk? This had been an abuse of power but there was nothing I could do about it as he’d said that my parents had OK’d this assault. How I hated them as much as this man at that moment but... I was hurting and didn’t want even worse punishment, my bum was far too sore for that. He let me quietly sniffle and deliberate for a while longer before he continued. “For now you are consigned to being with the rest of the babies here in E4. I don’t know how long you will be here that’s for others to decide but for the rest of the day at least you will be expected to act and play like any of those little tykes in there.” He pointed back to the nursery I’d left what seemed like hours ago but was probably just a few minutes. “You will receive no special concessions, what they do, you do, what they eat, you eat, what they are told, you will be expected to follow those instructions. Let me tell you once and for all Jamie... little boys who wet and mess themselves are loved and looked after but should you decide that is too much for you to understand... E10 would be your next port of call and I’d advise you to avoid that at all costs.” He paused whilst that info sunk in; so is this what mum meant by re-training? “Now, pull up your diaper and wipe your face,” he passed me a damp cloth, “and go and join the others. Don’t let Miss Sylvia have to contact me again... OK?” Surprisingly he tousled my hair as if dismissing a favourite child. Reluctantly I slowly dragged up my diaper and plastic pants as instructed but my shorts had disappeared. I dare not ask where they were. In fact, I found it hard to speak at all as this had been such a traumatic experience so was finding it hard to process the entire event. However, I knew that worse would happen if I didn’t follow the Prefect’s instruction. That was to be avoided. The diaper somehow soothed my still flaming bottom but I waddled to the door and Miss Tracy was there to greet me. “There he is, little Jamie’s come back to join his friends” she smiled as if nothing had happened and I’d been hiding, “let’s get you into the huddle as its story time.” Even with a bunch of babies I’d never felt so vulnerable and despite trying my best to stop blubbing was finding it extremely difficult not to burst into tears. I was sniffling back the tears but felt defenceless and abused. I wanted to know how a place that was ‘paradise’ to some had this awfully brutal way of dealing with those who didn’t fit in. With dread I went over and joined the group of giggling and happy pre-schoolers a couple of who were sitting in a carer’s lap all excited to have a story read to them. A few looked over as if wondering why a boy my age, dressed in a diaper, should be joining their little group. Of course it never occurred to me that they wouldn’t yet be thinking much at all, I was just another big person... well perhaps in their eyes only. I sighed but grudgingly sat in the circle. Although by far the eldest in the group like them all I was wearing a diaper though some of the others had at least a yellow, blue and white onesie covering their plastic bulges. I felt exposed but dare not ask for my shorts back or even a onesie so sat in the circle and crinkled like the rest of the kids in their robust protection. Miss Tracy opened a book. “This is the tale of a little boy who kept getting into trouble and how his teddy bear and friends helped him to stop being naughty...” she smiled over at me. “But first, let’s welcome our new friend Jamie who’s come to join us. There was a chorus of “Hewwo Jaaammeee” before she started. “Now, are you all sitting comfortably?” “Yeeaahh,” they replied in unison. “Then I’ll begin. Once upon a time...” I wondered what I’d let myself in for... and what the hell was E10? # tbc #

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

Chapter 7: The Foundation Myth “…The issue is this, most men simply do not feel like women have any power over them. In order for our plans to be achieved, this must change… The only woman who is a constant threat to male power is his mother. So let me present this idea to you; what if every woman held that mother’s power over every man?” -Communique between Constance and Margaret, Circa 2274, archived by the Estrean Historical Society Excerpt from another life on Estrea She had become used to these meetings. Her boredom is displayed in how she held her head in her hand. This time she wore a dress instead of that pantsuit. It was too close to what men wore, too masculine, too infantile. Below her station as a shadow matron. She was proud of that, but the veil and the voice modulator they were all required to wear, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to those. “Do we have any updates on the dignitary visiting us next month?” said one of the other veiled women in the room. Her face was completely covered; no features were visible. Her voice was distorted, ridden of any accent or inflection from the modulator on her throat. Next week she would have a new voice and a new seat. Keep her identity hidden from the others. “The one from New Guangdong?” Replied another veiled, distorted voice. “I would say the whole event is coming along well. All arrangements are prepared.” “Wonderful, a selling contract with them will do wonders for our economy! I’m surprised how hard it can be to get rid of spacerock.” “People used to start wars over the stuff we dig out of asteroids, now we can’t get rid of it.” “We need to pivot into biotics; food, medicine, animals. Many of our sister stations are trying to break the Earthen governments’ monopoly on such things. The women who run our medsci division are wonderful and deserve more funding.” This woman made the same point at every meeting since Ann had joined. Ann knew nothing of biotics or medical science, let alone how profitable it was. When she was ‘selected’ by the council to join them, she was head of the cultural division. She made movies, comics, video games, books; those things. She was the finely tuned comb that made sure every cultural product produced stood true to Estrean values. Editing or denying funding to those that didn’t, and changing incoming culture products to fit the ideology. She made sure that the patriarchy didn’t sneak it’s way in on the backs of action films and male-dominant romance novels. The conversation continued on about biotics, something was said about more funding, and another said about it being approved. Apparently, they had even recruited a rather prestigious chemical researcher to emigrate to Estrea. A male one too! That always felt like victory to this secret coven, convincing a male to use his talents to further their little matriarchy. Ann was a fervent matriarch, but, she had to admit the boys were smarter than she gave them credit for. “Back on our topic of the foreign visitor,” interjected the woman to Ann’s right, only her pink lipstick visible behind her veil. “A little bird I know has remained in contact with his wife since the last visit. The wife seems to have put in an order for a custom-made husband stroller!” “Oh, now that’s interesting!” The distortion from the modulator could not disguise this woman’s pleasure at such news. “Sounds like someone has taken a liking to our way of life!” “Well if the wife is to be trusted, their hearts were changed by us.” “Our own women don’t even use those!” “Can we just address the wife as if she is the dignitary this time then? I don’t like treating boys as if they have any authority.” “Let’s make the going away party a baby shower, I have a feeling they’ll need some diapers for the trip home.” And with that, the important meeting on economic matters became the planning of a baby shower for what was hopefully the inauguration of a relationship transforming into a more proper form. Ann thought back on her own husband. She left at home for a nap without a change and a bit of a surprise in his bottle. He’ll need a clean diaper when she gets home, but she fully planned on having some fun before relieving his mess. Perks of a stay-at-home husband. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The classroom looked nothing like a college classroom, and everything like a kindergarten. Which, at this point, Raymond should have expected. The male students sat on pillows on the floor while the middle-aged Mrs. Goldstein sat in a padded armchair holding up a storybook. The room was complete with cubbies, a changing table, and cutesy designs on the walls. Mrs. Goldstein turned to the first page. “Now today class I decided that we should review the history of our great nation! I am sure many of you are very familiar with the story, but we have a new classmate that has just moved to Estrea and doesn’t know how inspiring our story is! I also think it’s important for you boys to understand how much debt is owed to the women who fought so hard to make our way of life possible.” She turned her attention to the book, reading the first line. “Our story begins over 200 years ago, on a little mining outpost in the galactic frontier.” She turned a page in the storybook, this one no less childish than the last. It was a cartoon depiction of a silhouette he recognized easily. That of a mining outpost, most had been built by the same companies, so they had almost standardized designs. An oval dome area with a glass ceiling and several struts leading out. Is this what passed as a history textbook on Estrea? Or was this reserved for the men? “This outpost was called Estrea. A small little place with small little people who lived small little lives.” “But these little people were not happy. They lived under capitalism you see. A system meant for greedy men to leave the working class oppressed!” “They had their labor exploited, and their surplus value was stolen! They were enslaved by the bourgeoisie and left broken.” “They also believed in the patriarchy too! Women were an oppressed class prevented from being the leaders they should be!” “Till one day, when the women got together and hatched a plan. They had big heats and big ideas you see. But that wasn’t all they had!” “These women called themselves “The Daughters of a Better Future”. And they had a dream, a lovely one at that! A beautiful, lofty dream! And one they would bring to pass!” “This dream was of matriarchy! A wonderful idea! A world where women ruled, and boys did their chores.” “Under matriarchy, women would no longer be exploited. They would be free and lead with a mind for equality and justice.” “But matriarchy is for boys too! Women know what’s best for everyone! And we want our boys as happy as can be!” “So The Daughters set out to take Estrea from the greedy men. But it wasn’t an easy fight. Too many people, both women, and boys clung too hard to capitalism. Brainwashed to serve the bourgeoisie.” “The women started by spreading awareness, writing books, and making movies. They told everyone they could about the need to throw off the barbaric system and establish communism!” “Their work paid off! And soon the bourgeoisie came too much to bear! The people of Estrea threw off their masters’ chains and banished them from the station!” “There was a big celebration! The whole station came to see their oppressors flee! But The Daughters knew their work was not done. They had gotten rid of capitalism, but the patriarchy was yet to be undone.” “They continued to do what they did before and made even more aware. The revolution had just begun, they couldn’t end it here!” “The station was still ruled by boys. The poor things couldn’t rule, but it wasn’t their fault! They didn’t know their place!” “The Daughters knew that boys were good for only a few things, and none of them were governance! Boys belong in cribs, wearing diapers and sucking pacifiers.” “The Daughters went about doing what they did best. They taught their fellow women how to control a man, they had them sucking at their breasts!” “They convinced the moms that their sons were better of not potty-trained. The diapers were stinky, but don’t boys like to make a mess?” “Husbands began taking their wife’s name and laying in cribs to rest. Every house now had a changing room, and a highchair at best!” “Soon it was revealed that this wasn’t just some fad, boys were going back in diapers, and oh where the women glad!” “But some boys didn’t know what was good for them and fought against the clever women. They blocked their votes and protested their voices. It was a temper tantrum you see!” “They insisted that boys could be adults too! That was just as mature and capable as women! And maybe even better too!” “The women found these boys to be quite silly, how could they be so mature if they through a fit over diapers? They were mad at losing their precious patriarchy!” “But the ladies had a plan! They spanked their naughty behinds, and put them in their place! Soon there wasn’t a boy without a diapered bottom and a pacifier on their face!” “And when all those silly boys were laid down for their naps, the women knew that patriarchy was defeated. The matriarchy was victorious! The Daughters then went about building our society. A place built on female principles, style, and grace. A place where women could be free, and all the boys could find loving mommies to change their stinky diapies!” She closed the book and looked out towards her ‘babies’ with happy expectant eyes. “So!” She said, “What do you little cuties think of the story? Isn’t it inspiring? Aren’t you glad for the women who started our great society?” This elicited a tepid verbal response from the group. “You boys aren’t as excited as my class last semester.” The professor said, her body deflating from her disappointment. She seemed almost offended and genuinely disappointed at the lack of eagerness. Raymond found it odd that she would expect men to be happy about their own humiliation. “Did we wake you up too early? Is that it? Do you babies need a nap to catch on some Z’s?” “I’m…….. kind of tired.” Said one of the overgrown infants. “Well then, I was hoping to have a discussion after that story, but I guess it just made you boys sleepy.” The woman said, her demeanor partially rejuvenated with the knowledge that the lack of enthusiasm was only due to tiredness on the part of the participants, and not any other reasonable assumption. Such as, being told you had your rights taken away and weren’t to be treated like an adult. Of course, that was just Raymond’s assumption the boys were too sleepy and needed their naps. “All right! Let’s get out the sleeping mats and blankies! It’s naptime babies!” Blankets and pads were handed out from a closet and then distributed before being applied. Raymond just sat there where he was, he took the sleeping mat and blanket that was handed to him. Despite being an adult, he didn’t understand exactly what he was supposed to do with them. The men around him laid out their sleeping mats and wrapped themselves under the blankets. Raymond wanted to just leave the classroom but remembered that he was here to resist these women silently. Whatever most other people would kill for a naptime anyway. He laid out his mat and got under his blanket but didn’t even attempt to sleep. Observing the room around him he noticed the other men in his position doing the same, some were actually even falling asleep. Could he and everyone else even be called men anymore? They all looked like overgrown babies who were being corralled by some schoolmarm to take their naps. He looked to his right, and the ‘baby’ next to him was sucking his thumb. Incredible. “Okay babies, time to get some sleep. I’ll be back in 30 minutes to wake you all up!” The professor blew a kiss and closed the door as she left, leaving a darkened room full of the ‘babies’ sleeping. The man closest to Raymond had pulled out a phone no sooner than when the professor left the class. The holo-screen emitting a low blue light in the darkened room. Raymond sat upwards and whispered to him. “Hey!” “Hi.” The man replied. “Are all the women here crazy like her?” The young man looked away from his device towards Raymond. “What?” “Ever since I got here every woman I’ve come across has tried to humiliate me! I just got here yesterday and… “ Raymond ranted for about 5 minutes. Replaying the events of the past two days to his fellow victim of feminism. “How do you even handle living here?” “I don’t see your issue, that seems normal to me.” “It is absolutely not normal!” “Oh wait, you must be an outsider.” “Yes! You didn’t listen?” “Not really, I didn’t sleep enough last night.” He said returning his attention back to his phone. Raymond turned away and laid down, no use in ranting to those with closed ears. If this was the average man on Estrea no wonder they were so cowed by women!

Chapter 7 – Homecoming Zack walked across the kitchen toward the laundry room, not completely sure yet how to manage his strides in the bulky diaper. His normal gait seemed to compress too much material down there, but walking like a cowboy who’d just completed a day in the saddle didn’t feel natural, either. His mind recalled a diaper commercial he’d seen where they promised no more ‘cowboy walk’. I wish I was wearing one of those. He got to the dryer and had to let go of the front of his shirt, which he’d been holding downward, even though nobody was actually on this floor of the house. Kelly was still upstairs putting Maddy to bed. Zack reached into the dryer, withdrew his bedding in a bundle, and turned to walk back upstairs, when he heard the front door lock turning. Roofus let out a series of barks. Normally, Zack would have run towards the front door, because he knew that meant his dad was home, but this time, he clutched his bedding closer to his torso and sprinted for the stairs. However, Kelly had already heard the dog and left Maddy’s room, so she blocked the top of the staircase before he could get there, putting a hand on each banister. “Turn it around, mister. You can pass me that bedding if you want. Go down and say hi to your dad – he’s had a long day and he’ll want to see you in your new diapers.” Zack dropped the bedding onto the top step at Kelly’s feet, and turned morosely, slowly descending, again straining the hem of his shirt. Kelly grunted and picked up the bedding, tossing it quickly into Zack’s room, before turning to head down the stairs. Chris walked into the foyer and stepped out of his shoes, taking off his suit jacket and putting it on a hanger in the front closet. He heard Zack descending the stairs behind him, but slowly, not with his usual enthusiasm. He could guess why. Kelly had sent him a picture. He turned towards the approaching Zack. “What’s she got you in, big guy?” Zack just stared at his feet, still tugging at this shirt, which did not seem capable of getting any longer. “Let’s see it.” Zack let go of his shirt, and it snapped up like an elastic and briefly revealed most of his diaper, before settling level with the lower tabs. “That’s quite the getup. I can imagine how you probably feel. But listen, I’m proud of you for cooperating with her, okay? That was very mature of you. And I think this Doctor Paige is going to have you out of those things really quickly, and then we can just burn the rest of them, okay?” Zack could hear Kelly walking down the stairs behind him. She walked up and lifted the sides of his shirt from behind, exposing the upper portion of his diaper. “See how high these go, Chris? I think they’re going to work great.” She let the shirt drop back down and turned Zack sideways with her hands on his hip. He resisted for a moment, but then complied. “Doesn’t he look sweet?” Kelly asked in a cheery voice. “I’m sure he’s very impressed with the print.” Chris intoned sarcastically. “Enough with the fashion show. Let’s let him finish up what he needs to do in his bedroom. I’m going to freshen up, and then maybe we can watch something together. It’s only 8:00 – it feels a lot later than that, maybe because my day started at six AM.” Zack resumed pulling his shirt down at the front, turned, and walked up the stairs, feeling their eyes on him as he ascended, wishing his shirt hung further down at the back.