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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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I am a guy who wants to be in a relationship with girls and whenever I look at pics of hot girls I have an interest and blah blah. But some parts of my abdl desires and fantasies makes me question if I'm slightly bi. I get turned on by women in diapers and also men in diapers as well. I would love to get straponed one day and/or have a dilldo shoved up my ass. I would desire to have a mommy. I want girl clothes like Disney princess dresses, minne mouse clothes, tights, pull ups with girl designs on them baby,baby pink stuff, night gown with cute prints on it, etc but I also want boy clothes like baby blue clothes, mickey mouse clothes, blue paw patrol clothes, overalls, etc. So, could I be a little bit bi and not even know it?

Hi there, Long time silent follower and reader of the stories on this site. Had been thinking of writing a story of my own for a while now and the backtoschool competition gave me the motivation I needed. I envision this as being the first part of a three or four part story so not all of the context is provided at the beginning however let me assure you that the characters mentioned are eighteen years of age and older. Further background to the school and its students will be explored in later instalments. Hope you all enjoy! Mount Usher Reform School Jesse Wilson fidgeted as discreetly as she could at her desk. She desperately needed to use the bathroom and wanted nothing more than to run out of the lesson and relieve herself. However, students were not permitted to use the bathroom during class time at Mount Usher Reform School. Gently, shaking her right leg to distract from her ever-growing discomfort in her bladder and bowels Jesse contemplated her options. There was still thirty-five minutes left until the bell and she did not think she was going to be able to hold it until then so she had figured she had three choices. First, she could try to get up and leave. The problem with this however was that the six Classroom Disciplinarians standing around the edges of the classroom were watching all of her classmates intensely, searching for any signs of misconduct, and if she tried anything she knew she would be down the back of the class over their knee before she could even open her mouth to plead her case. A spanking such as those delivered by the Disciplinarians was no small thing to endure and Jesse suspected, the way she was at the moment, it was likely it would result in her having an accident. No, she thought, there was no way she could leave without disaster ensuing. Even now, she had to be careful her less-than-full attention on the lesson did not give the Disciplinarians cause to punish her. Sparing a moment to focus on the board and what Ms. Smyth was saying she was glad at least that this emergency was occurring during Maths, which came easy to her, and she was confident would be able to answer any question without difficulty if called upon. Returning to considering her problem Jesse thought that her second choice was to just attempt to hold it regardless and hope that she would be able to make it despite how badly she felt she needed to go. It was possible she thought that if she could just keep her mind off things she may manage to get through the rest of the class. The only problem with this of course was if she was wrong and soiled herself. Not only would she be humiliated in front of all her peers and the school staff, it would bring her to the attention of the sixth Classroom Disciplinarian the so called “Potty Patrolman”. Toileting problems of any kind fell under the Potty Patrolman’s remit and once that happened it was an inevitable and demeaning return to fulltime diapers. In her one and a half years so far at Mount Usher it did not matter what reason or circumstance might have led to you having an accident – whether it was an illness, bedwetting, a prank, an oversight when wiping - the moment your school approved panties were any less than pristine at the 8am and 8pm inspections you were done for. Even now as Jesse feigned attention to the lesson she could see her friend and former roommate Hazel in the front or “Toddler” row with two other girls. A simple mishap with some orange juice and now she was strapped into a highchair styled chair, though at normal height, sucking a pacifier and wearing a onesie and thick diaper – the uniform for those at toddler level. No, Jesse shook gently shook her head, she could not risk an accident of any kind, let alone a messy one, if she were to retain what little independence, she had at the Reform School. This she knew left her with a final but almost similarly inconceivable choice. Although, it was made clear to the girls that they were not allowed to leave to go to the bathroom during class and all requests to do so would be denied and ignored, if it was an emergency, they could ask to use the class potty. This was a bright yellow, child’s potty with a smiling clown face, sized for adults located in its own demarcated “Potty Zone”. The rules stated that it could be used during class up to three times in one week before you would be placed under the care of the Potty Patrolman. The only problem was that the Potty Zone was in full view of the staff and students since it consisted only of a small plinth to the side of the classroom, upon which the potty sat, and a named sign which hung on the wall behind it. The logic of the Potty Zone being that the student was not really missing class if they used it no matter how long they took since they could keep following the lesson even as they went. Thinking it through Jesse knew what she had to do. Although it would certainly be mortifying for her, she was going to have to ask to use the classroom potty. It was rare enough that any of the girls took this option because of its nature, even just for peeing, so the fact Jesse was going to use it for both number one and two would be the talk of the school for a couple of days. However, she told herself that although no one was likely to completely forget the memory, at least she would not be moved down a level, and her experience would be overlooked once someone else had been embarrassed by the Reform School. Waiting until Ms. Smyth came to a natural rest in her explanation, Jesse raised her hand. Despite the anxiety and dread she was feeling over what she had decided to inflict on herself she was glad she was mature enough to make the decision. Already it was clear that a few of her silent but deadly toots had attracted the attention of the Patrolman’s two aids who were sniffing about and looking in the direction of the Toddler and Pre-schooler rows. After a few moments Ms. Smyth noticed Jesse’s hand and called on her. “Yes Ms. Wilson, do you have a question about the lesson?” “No Miss” Jesse replied with only a slight tremble in her voice. “I wanted to ask if I may use the potty? It is an emergency”. Hearing this, Jesse felt as though the classroom came to a complete halt and now everyone’s eyes and attention was focused solely on her. Her anxiety instantly went up a notch and she could feel her cheeks going red. “Really now” Ms. Smyth said grinning like a Cheshire cat and throwing knowing glances to the Classroom Disciplinarians and Patrolman’s Aids. “Well, I suppose …” she started and then paused as though considering things while Jesse waited in desperation “I suppose you may since it is not like you to try and waste class time, and since you stated it is urgent, if, you have been paying attention. Before you go tell me what is the answer to the following problem on the board?” she said pointing to a particular question. Jesses looked at the problem. It read: Solve for X: 3x+7=22 Thankfully it seemed easy enough to her. Jesse replied “Em… the answer is X is equal to five Miss”. Hearing her answer Ms. Smyth frowned for a moment making Jesse even more anxious and distressed. She was desperately trying not to fart or let anything out to prevent herself from embarrassing herself further than what was necessary. Eventually however Miss Smyth said “That is correct. How did you get the answer?” Rapidly, Jesse replied “To isolate X I subtracted seven from both sides. That left me with 3X is equal to fifteen, then I divided both sides by three to get X is equal to five.” Seeming satisfied then Ms. Smyth said “Yes, well done that is correct answer and solution. For those of you who are struggling… I am looking at you in particular Ms. Robinson” eyeing one particular girl in the second row “take note, as similar questions will be on the test on Friday”. “Now Jesse” she said motioning one of the Potty Aids “you can go and Mrs. King will help you. Everybody else begin working on problems three to fifteen in your textbooks. I do not need to remind you that the Disciplinarians will be watching to make sure no one is daydreaming or slacking off.” Having heard Miss Smyth’s words every one of their classmates turned to their books and copies with an exaggerated fervour all determined not to be punished, however Jesse knew each of them would be attentively following her shameful performance in a few moments out of the corner of their eyes. After all she would have done the same. Who and how someone was punished or humiliated was top gossip among the students at Mount Usher. Jesse waited until the old but fierce Mrs. King proffered her hand before standing, gently taking her hand in turn and allowing herself to be led to the Potty Zone. Instead, of taking the shortest path through the rows, Mrs. King brought her to the opposite side of the rectangular classroom, up the aisle to the top of the class and then finally back down the other side to her destination. Thankfully Jesse still had the presence of mind to watch out for other student’s feet up at the Toddler row who attempted to trip her in a bid to make her have an accident – misery loves company. Mrs. King stood Jesse on the plinth in front of the potty and then began to undo her skirt which she removed after checking it and placing it to one side. She then pulled down Jesse’s underwear and had her step out of them so that she was naked from the waste down but for her shoes and ankle socks. Once she had fully inspected Jesse’s panties for any sign of accident, she placed them on top of the skirt and then taking Jesse’s hand once more directed her bottom down onto the potty – and not a moment too soon. Jesse had practically been doing the potty dance while Mrs. King was going through the proceedings. Looking up at Mrs. King, the older woman finally said “alright Jesse try going to the potty like a big girl”. This was all the encouragement Jesse needed and having been given permission she proceeded to noisily empty her bowels and then bladder into the plastic container. A great squelching noise could be heard by all as her poo hit the bottom of the potty and then a loud hissing noise. Such was her relief that in spite of herself Jesses could not help but release a sigh as this happened. It was only as she was letting out a final few small but very audible farts that seemed to resound within the hollow potty that Jesse began to feel embarrassment over what she had just done. At first, as she came back to herself, she became aware that she was half naked, sitting over her own filth, the smell of which was awful, and there was no toilet paper in sight for her to clean herself up. Then she realised that not only had Mrs. King been watching her the whole time but she could also see some grins from the Class Disciplinarians. Suddenly, she felt tremendously vulnerable and ashamed, and if she could have hidden somewhere, anywhere she would have done so. It was only that Mrs. King was still gently holding her hand that she was prevented from running out the door and sobbing. Looking Jesse straight into her eyes which were beginning to look a bit lost as she receded into herself Mrs. King said “Well done, Jesse” as though she were congratulating a two-year-old who had just begun toilet training. “I bet that feels so much better having gotten that all out. Such a big girl making it to the potty on time!” Looking over to the Toddler and Pre-school rows before looking over to the teacher she said “There are a few potty pants who could take note here as well, isn’t that right Ms. Smyth. Ms. Wilson isn’t just good at maths, she’s also very good at using the potty, isn’t she?” “She certainly is Mrs. King. That was very well done. Exactly what a big girl should do when she needs to use the toilet” replied Ms. Smyth once again with a large grin on her face. Turning to Hazel in the front row, she said “I bet you wish you could be a big girl like your friend Ms. Wilson here, don’t you Ms. Fisher? Instead of being a silly little toddler who does all her pee-pee and poo-poo in her pampers.” Turning red at being singled out, Hazel squeaked behind her pacifier “Yeth, Mwis Swmyth”. “Well, maybe you’ll get there one day, but by the looks of your diaper not for a good long time yet. You have absolutely soaked it! You are quite the little super soaker aren’t you Ms. Fisher." Looking very ashamed and on the verge of tears Hazel said again “Yeths, Mwis Swmyth”. Although, it looked as though Ms. Smyth would keep berating poor Hazel or one of the other toddler girls, at her last comment, Jesse heard someone snigger from somewhere in one of the back rows which they quickly tried to turn into a cough. Unfortunately, for them once of the Classroom Disciplinarians caught them and dragged them up out of their desk by the wrist with an undignified yelp from the girl. Even as she still sat on the potty, Jesse could see that it was Margaret Carter who had been caught and knew from her demeanour that it was probably a nervous laugh she had let out rather than a malicious one. However, now Margaret had caught Ms. Smyth’s ire. “Is there you find funny Ms. Carter about a girl Ms. Fisher’s age still going to the bathroom in her pants?” Ms. Smyth asked giving Margaret a death stare. Jesse like all of the girls in the class knew that this was one of those questions with no right answer. If Margaret said yes then she would likely be given a lesson in empathy which could end in any manner of punishment. However, if she said no then she would be asked to explain why she was laughing and if she could not give a satisfactory answer be called a liar as well. Knowing she was trapped Margaret replied “Sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help it. Super soaker is what my mother calls my two-year-old brother as well.” “So, you admit then” said Ms. Smyth “that you were laughing at Ms. Fisher”. “Yes, Ms Smyth” said Margaret hanging her head in shame. “And why did you try to conceal the truth by coughing?” asked Ms. Smyth “I, I didn’t mean to laugh at Ms. Fisher, I wasn’t trying to be mean Miss. It was just the word super soaker made me laugh so I tried to turn the laugh into a cough to hide it and also to try not to disrupt the class” Margaret replied hesitantly. “I see” said Ms. Smith. “Well even if that is the truth and you did not mean to offend Miss Fisher and disrupt my class, you have certainly done that, haven’t you…Haven’t You???” “Yes, Ms Smith. I am sorry Hazel I did not mean to laugh” she said turning to a still mortified Hazel, before turning back to Ms. Smith. “I am sorry Ms Smith for interrupting your class and wasting precious learning time”. “Good. I accept your apology” said Ms. Smyth “and I am sure Hazel does as well. I am glad you recognised your fault and you did not need me to tell you to apologise. That shows maturity. However, because I will not tolerate bullying of any sort in my classroom, even by accident, Mr. Moore is going to give you a sound spanking during recess this morning to ensure you do not do so again, even accidentally, and even when it is funny that a big girl like Ms Fisher is a super soaker. Do you understand and accept your punishment?” Margaret having gone pale knowing that she would not be able to sit down for a week after being paddled by Mr. Moore, otherwise known as Classroom Disciplinarian Number 4, said “Yes Miss. I understand and accept. I’m very sorry”. “Good, and I’m sure you will be very sorry indeed missy during recess! You are lucky though that you accepted your punishment so maturely. Next time I catch you laughing at anyone in my class you are going to have your bathroom privileges revoked and then we will see how funny you think it is being a super soaker yourself.” The whole class having just witnessed this discourse never looked busier to Jesse just then, who was still sitting, half- naked on the potty. “Now where were we” said Ms. Smyth turning back to Jesse and Mrs. King. Checking her watch Ms. Smyth said “there are only just under twenty minutes left in the lesson Mrs. King after dealing with all that silliness. If you could finish helping our potty superstar with her business and bring her back to her seat so that she can continue with the lesson I would appreciate it.” With that Ms. Smyth seemingly lost all interest in Jesse and began walking down the classroom rows, checking to see how much work the students had done so far. Jesse knew from experience that Ms. Smyth would find enough mistakes that there would be at least two or three spankings given out by the end of the lesson. Still out of sorts and feeling very exposed when Mrs King asked her, more quietly this time, if she was finished Jesse could only nod her head in assent. After that, she gently manoeuvred Jesse up off the potty and turned her to the side before forcing her to bend over. Mrs. King then produced a packet of Huggies Baby Wipes as though by magic and began wiping Jesse’s dirty bottom and genitalia before Jesse could even think to protest and ask to do it herself. After each wipe had been used Mrs. King made a point of showing it to Jesse and whispering things like “so dirty” or “disgusting” before throwing them into the potty. Once she had been cleaned to Mrs. Kings satisfaction, her school approved panties were then brought back and Jesse was asked to step into them. Mrs. King then drew them up Jesse’s legs pulling them up right to the top more tightly than necessary so that for a moment it almost seemed as though she were giving her a wedgie. She then had Jesse step into her skirt and tightened it for her, before patting her on the bum a couple of times and leading her all around the room and back to her chair. It was only as Jesse sat down, momentarily relieved despite being thoroughly humiliated she had managed to avoid total long-term disaster, that she realised something was wrong. Her panties felt a little bit damp and sticky under her bum where she was sitting. Jesse hoped it was only residual dampness from the baby wipes but she feared Mrs. King had deliberately failed to wipe her completely so that when she pulled the panties back up so tightly, they would be stained. Considering this new dilemma, Jesse looked on as the potty was being taken to be emptied by the other Potty Aid in the class. With the windows open and special air conditioner working overtime it would not be long until the potty smell would be gone from the classroom, unless of course one of the Toddler or Pre-school level students had a messy accident. If her soiled panties did not give off a potty smell, Jesse felt that it was possible this issue would go unnoticed until lunch when she could quickly swap her panties in her dorm room and wash her current pair by hand. However, she feared that for some reason Mrs. King was out to get her after what she had just done and she would make up some excuse for a panty inspection before then. Suddenly, it was looking all too likely to Jesse that all the indignities she had just put herself through may have been for nothing and there would be more to come soon. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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!

Exactly. I felt the her back explanation was getting a bit long. I used the interruption to break her story up. She will get a chance to tell that part after all the upcoming action! His fate is sealed and boy is he going to wish he did run to his superiors! I feel for her. She needs to balance an adult man and a young girl in the same body. Unlike Tammi Lee and Veronica this is not about sexy fun. Maybe some time with the true mommies Edna and Rose will help her figure her way. While this story is about Tommy's summer of fun. It is equally about Aprils desperate desire to keep her marriage alive.

Fort worth here

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.

COUNTERATTACK “Vickie will be here at lunchtime; why don't you take advantage of the opportunity to do some more grading?” With that, Candy closed the door behind him. Clean and freshly diapered, the thick canvas cover once again locked securely in place, Ian strolled over to the desk and planted his well padded posterior on the swivel chair. Deciding to take it for a post-orgasmic spin, he was delighted to discover that the chair was good for a full three hundred and sixty degrees and then some. Around and around he went, secretly grateful that Candy had left him to his own devices. A nurse in room eleven always seemed to mean another bottle or two of breast milk, which would have put a quick end to Ian's current good mood. Ian was reasonably certain that he hadn't pooped in the tub, if only because he promptly pooped all over the floor when he got out. And Candy hadn't said a word. Things they are getting out of hand, Street Racer. So, what do ya say we kick some blue book butt, and gird our already well girded loins for battle with the management of this here Ho … tel Californ …i … a? Who says you can never leave? Without further ado, Ian brought the chair to rest, grabbed a blue book, and got to it. . . . . By half past eleven, the natives were no longer getting restless. They were fully there. The odds had fallen so far and so fast that large swathes of Vickie's tribe were beginning to wonder out loud whether they had placed sucker bets. Was it The Sting all over again? The word had got out that seven had only placed a lousy hundred bucks on Vickie, which stank to high heaven even by Hotel California standards. The crash team, which had laid a bundle on Vickie, was asking pointed questions about the code 2222. Who was this guy? Was he a psych ward inmate? Who did he love, if he loved anybody at all? It was time, as one Director with a serious gambling problem so eloquently put it, for habeas to produce the corpus. Down in the subterranean depths, Manny Cepeda was feeling the heat. He had so many Directors up his ass that he could no longer feel his posh, naugahyde encrusted swivel chair beneath him. The inevitable happened at 11:50 hours (which, by an amazing coincidence, was the time that nurses hospital wide asked their elderly patients to draw on a blank clock face to demonstrate that they still had their wits about them). Manny announced that there would be a Steward's Inquiry. He would not call in anyone's marker until he was satisfied that everything was on the up and up. Roughly translated, this meant that no one would get paid until he got the answer straight from the horse's mouth. And the horse, of course, of course, of course, was one Ian Grady. . . . . Rita got her first hint of trouble brewing when she went down to the cafeteria at 11:40 to cobble together lunch for herself and Vickie. As luck would have it, she found herself going through the line side by side with Heidi Freymiller. For the head of Vickie's department publicly to be showering hugs and kisses upon Sarah's surrogate up on three was a little too in your face for all parties concerned. In particular, neither noticed that Manny Cepeda was farther back in the same line. In fairness to Rita, however, it should be pointed out that her attention was largely elsewhere. In her imagination, she kept seeing Ian sitting in his crib on his well spanked bottom, tearfully gnawing on his pickle while watching her and Vickie eat their lunch, the baby bottle of breast milk at his side. Something about the combination of pickles and breast milk was making her panties damp. Still, she did not miss the sour expression on the cashier's face when she was making change, nor the angry looks that far too many of her colleagues were casting her way. She realized that something was off, even if her prized gherkin was everything that a gherkin should be. . . . . “We've got a problem,” Marge grumbled. Rita looked at her blankly. “Just got the call a minute ago from the cafeteria. Apparently Manny saw you and Heidi yukking it up in line … Manny and about a hundred other people. After you left, the place exploded, everybody screaming that 'da fix is in'.” Marge was doing her best gangster imitation. “Anyway, Manny told the whole damn room, which means the whole damn hospital, that 'nobody gets paid nuttin' until he sorts out what's going on. How much have we got in play here?” "Twenty-two hundred, minus the hundred dollar ghost bet that I put down on Vickie.” “Shit! We must have really shifted the odds! Shit!!!!!” “Word in the cafeteria is that the odds settled at four to one, so the third floor must have gone all in, but it would still be a big payday. Any idea how Manny wants to play this?” “Isn't it obvious? He wants to interview Ian, preferably live on national TV.” “Isn't going to happen. Ian's a patient, and we do not parade our patients up and down the corridors just to satisfy a bunch of sore losers. The jerks are just blowing off steam.” “Rita, it's a lot of money!” “I know, I know,” she sighed. “Look, give me an hour. In the meantime, spread the word. If anybody's got any bright ideas how we play this, I want to know soonest!” . . . . “Good afternoon, Princess! Is my widdle poopy pants having a good day?” Ian looked up with an uncertain smile on his face. He was expecting Vickie to show up at some point and deliver the promised spanking, but when Rita walked in behind her, he was taken off guard. “Making progress,” he answered evasively, gesturing at the small pile of blue books yet to be graded. Ian did not want to get Candy in trouble, and he was not at all sure if his “reward” had been sanctioned, or was of a more extracurricular nature. “Candy tells us that you were a very good girl this morning … that you really enjoyed your bath!” Vickie liked having fun at Ian's expense. He was an easy target, and she was a natural tease. “It was very relaxing,” Ian agreed, his voice neutral. He couldn't figure out what Rita was doing here. “And do you remember our discussion of rewards and punishments?” “I do.” It was clear where this conversation was heading. Vickie disappeared into the bathroom, and came out a moment later dragging a stiffbacked wooden chair. She sat it down in the middle of the room, and turned it so that it was in full view of the camera. It had a deep seat, but no armrests. “Do you know what this chair is for, Princess/” “Yes, aunt Vickie … it's for my spanking.” Over the past week, Ian had become intimately familiar with bare bottom spankings delivered over the knee. The only question now remaining was how much it was going to hurt. “Correct. Now, tell auntie Rita why you are going to be spanked.” “I lied to aunt Vickie during therapy.” Ian was still sitting at the desk, but he was now staring at the floor. “Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Princess.” Ian looked up, his face a complex mix of visible regret and equally visible fear. His earlier trip over Vickie's lap was still seared into his memory. “Was your lie one of omission or commission?” “Omission, auntie Vickie … omission.” “So, should I be more lenient because you did not tell me an outright lie?” “No, aunt Vickie. Both lies are equally bad, and should be punished the same.” “I agree. Now, tell auntie Rita what this lie was all about.” “Aunt Rita, I was lying about Hue … about what happened during Tet.” “And why were you lying?” Rita spoke up for the first time since entering the room. “Because … because talking about it makes me very uncomfortable.” “Because you were in combat? Because you were wounded?” “I guess … maybe … maybe that's part of it.” “But there's more.” It was a statement, not a question. “They said that I was a hero because I charged into enemy fire to save Donnie Freeman, and it's not true. I was scared, Aunt Rita, scared and angry. And I didn't think about what I was doing; I just did it. And each time I got shot I pissed my pants. The last time I soiled myself. I was hurt bad, but my legs were fine … only I couldn't move. I was so scared that I froze in place. It wasn't until the guys came out and laid down smoke that I was able to get my ass in gear, get inside, make my report, and pass out. When I woke up, I was in a chopper headed for a MASH station. Some hero … yeah, some fuckin' hero.” Ian was hanging his head, the shame washing over him. Rita and Vickie exchanged glances. This, at least, was familiar territory. Rita crossed the room, and bent down to ease Ian to his feet. She placed her hands over his kidneys, and gently tapped spots just above them. “Do you know what's here, just above your kidneys?” “No, aunt Rita,” he mumbled. “Your adrenal glands. When your conscious or subconscious mind senses danger, it warns you to flee or fight by flooding your body with two hormones, adrenaline and cortisol. This is the sensation of fear that makes you run away, but it is also the anger that makes you stand and fight. There are no heroes, Ian, not as you understand the term. That's all Hollywood make-believe. There are only frightened men who override their fear by giving in to their anger. Isn't that what happened to you? Seeing Donnie shot, lying there, made you so angry that you acted. But when you were lying there, alone … helpless … the anger was gone; there was nothing to stave off the fear, and so you succumbed to it. In both instances, your reaction was completely natural … almost predictable.” “It's not true, aunt Rita; I'm sorry, but it's not true. There are real heroes out there, men like Audie Murphy, men who charge the guns because it's the only way forward … fearless men. I'm just not one of them.” Vickie burst out laughing. “Princess, you are getting ahead of yourself! Or is this exercise in self-pity something you concocted to get out of your spanking? Well, guess what? It won't work. You are going over my knee, and it will hurt. Then you are going in your crib. You can drink your ba ba while your aunt Rita and I have a nice lunch, courtesy of our basement cafeteria!” Playing bad cop to the hilt, Vickie sat down on the chair and began purposefully tapping her knee. It was Rita's turn, and the boss did not disappoint her. She guided Ian over to perch on Vickie's lap before collecting the swivel chair. “Have you ever read To Hell and Back?” “No, but I did see the movie.” “Hollywood again,” Rita scoffed. “They do like their heroes. Well, I have a copy in my office, which I would like you to read after you polish off your blue books. But there is one passage that I have copied off and carry with me whenever treating a combat veteran.” Rita reached into her pocket, and brought out a small piece of paper. She handed it to Ian, and instructed him to read it out loud. “In the heat of battle,” he murmured, “it may go away. Sometimes it vanishes in a blind, red rage that comes when you see a friend fall. Then again you get so tired that you become indifferent. But when you are moving into combat, why try fooling yourself? Fear is right there beside you.” “Did you know that Audie freely admits that he has constant nightmares, and keeps a gun under his pillow when he goes to sleep? Did you know that he has a gambling addiction for which he has never been treated?” Ian mutely shook his head. He didn't need to borrow demons from anyone else; he had plenty of his own to contend with. “In my office yesterday morning, you had a nightmare while you were awake. It's called a hypnagogic hallucination, and when it happens to someone who's fully awake, it's scary as Hell. Do you remember any of it?” Again, Ian could only mutely shake his head. Friday was a complete blank. 'We had to call downstairs to put a crash team on alert. You came this close to being wheeled into the ER.” Rita's thumb and forefinger were barely separated. “Now do you understand why Sarah wants you to quit drinking … why we all want you to quit? Nightmares and addiction go hand in hand.” “So the next time we do Saturday night? What am I going to be doing while you're all getting drunk?” “You'll be getting your ba bas, Princess.” Vickie was drawing lazy circles on Ian's thigh with her fingernails. “Breast milk and apple juice … but if you're a good baby, we'll give them to you in separate bottles!” “And here I thought all of you would be giving up booze to set a good example. Silly me.” “Yep, silly you. We are going to put temptation in your path, just like we did last Saturday night. You made a promise to Sarah, and now we are going to see if you can keep it.” “Cranberry juice.” “Cranberry juice?” Vickie looked at him blankly. “Doctor's orders. I have a problem with my right kidney-- and no, I didn't get shot there. I do have a few, honest to God health issues that are not combat related. So, cranberry juice.” “Cranberry juice it is,” Vickie agreed. “Now, since I am getting hungry, let's get your spanking out of the way. Twenty-five good, hard spanks should get your attention, Princess. And if you were wondering, Rita is here to take care of your diaper. I have been forbidden to touch the crown jewels, as it were!” It took Rita bare moments to strip Ian, who for his part settled across Vickie's lap without complaint. Mercifully, his bottom was not soiled, so she was able to get right to it. When it was over, he was oddly pleased with himself for taking his well-earned punishment with a bit of whimpering and the odd cry, but without breaking down in a full-fledged crying jag. What puzzled him was their insistence on calling him a Princess when he was clearly in adult mode. His spanking over and with the crown jewels once again locked away inside his heavy diaper cover, Ian retreated to his crib, bottle of breast milk in one hand and a crunchy pickle in the other. Looking through the bars of his crib, watching them eat salads piled sinfully high while he munched on his gherkin, Ian's stomach finally mastered his fear: it was time to do what a Headhunter always did, and that was go on the offensive. Still, he waited patiently for them to finish. “Aunt Rita?” “Yes, baby?” “I want to go home now.” . . . . “Are we there yet?” Sofia cast an irritated glance in the mirror. She didn't know which was worse-- having her mom sitting up front and issuing directions on roads she'd driven a thousand times, or sitting in the back expressing her impatience in the time honored manner of a two year old. “Almost.” Sarah was cast as the peacemaker. “Good,” Kaarina huffed. “All the money I won at whist is burning a hole in my pocket!” “Gran, you don't have a pocket.” Sarah had decided to settle for being sensible. “And besides, what did your winnings come to … a couple of dollars?” “I'll have you know that I raked in almost five,” she crowed, “which is more than enough for a cheeseburger, fries and a cherry coke! So, are we almost there?” The trio was approaching Calumet, which was the heart and soul of the Keweenaw. Its unique claim to fame was that every restaurant in town sold homemade pasties, but only one would be crowned the winner at the annual Pasty Fest, and that one would lord it over the others for the next year. “Does your boyfriend like pasties?” Kaarina was in a jubilant mood. Her granddaughter rarely made it home anymore, and she fervently hoped that the next trip would see her sporting an engagement ring. “He may not even know what a pasty is.” “Well, how about cheeseburgers? Surely he likes cheeseburgers!” “Very much so.” Sarah was thinking about their recent outing to The Dead Zone. “Preferably with bacon, fried onions, pickles, and ketchup that ends up everywhere but in his mouth. Last Saturday night I spent so much time wiping his chin that my food got cold. Next time, I'm going to make him wear a bib.” “Keep the bib handy, especially when you're serving spaghetti! Do you remember that night when your dad's plate sort of exploded, and there was spaghetti sauce on the floor, the table, his chair, and above all in my hair? What a mess!” “I remember all too well,” Sarah laughed. “And the nursing home across the street from the hospital has a wide assortment of bibs. They'll really come in handy when I start breast feeding him.” “Him? Who?” Kaarina was more than a little confused. “Ian, gran … Ian.” “You're going to breast feed your husband?” “Absolutely. Gran, these days, it's all the rage. Did you know that wives who breast feed their husbands never have to worry about cheating or getting a divorce? Well, unless they're the ones out cheating and shopping for a good lawyer.” “Mom, it's just another facet of the Feminist Revolution.” Sofia winked at her daughter. “Honestly, I don't know where young people come up with these ideas!” “Well, are you at least going to go through the motions and get married, or is that also considered hopelessly old-fashioned by you kids?” “Oh, no, not at all. I've already informed Ian that we'll marry sometime around Christmas. Rita is supposed to check on dates for the hospital chapel. Next weekend I'll take him to my favorite jewelers, pick out my engagement ring, and our wedding rings. That will give us a couple of weeks to make all the other arrangements. And I thought that we'd honeymoon in Hawaii or the Caribbean. I'll get together with my travel agent, pick out someplace really romantic, run it by Rita and Vickie, and then we'll tell Ian where he's taking us.” “Us? Us who?” “Rita and Vickie, gran. We're all going to honeymoon together, and then we're all moving into Rita's place, at least until we find a nice house out on Lake Minnetonka. They'll be breast feeding him as well, helping me with his diaper changes, and of course we'll all be sleeping together. Just one big, happy family!” “Kids,” Kaarina groaned; “kids. What is the world coming to?” . . . . “What's wrong, baby?” The concerned look on Rita's face was genuine. “I'm down to my last few blue books, and I've done what I can to help Phil and Don. So, it's time for me to leave.” Ian was looking out from behind the bars of his crib; he wasn't going anywhere unless Rita released him. The crib aside, he did not have any of the codes that would open the three doors that stood between him and freedom. He knew his rights, but he was not at all sure that Rita would honor them. “Already tired of our company? Itching to go back to changing your own diapers?” Vickie was improvising, hoping that mockery would draw Ian out. They couldn't keep Manny Cepeda at bay forever, and Rita and Vickie were both anxious to get back to the office for a sitrep. They needed to settle this fast. “What about your therapy?” Rita laid a firm hand on Vickie's arm, shushing her. She had been dreading this moment ever since Ian awakened. “Vickie and Sarah can work out a schedule, and as long as it doesn't conflict with classes and office hours, I'll be here. Aunt Rita, please try to understand. I made Vickie a promise to see this through, and it wasn't forced. I want to do this. But right now? Right now, I just want to go home.” Rita stepped on the pedal to release the lock, and lowered the panel-- but she refused to step aside, preventing Ian from escaping the crib. “Ian, Sarah has given me explicit instructions not to let you out of my sight until she returns. I would prefer that you stay here until Monday morning, but if you want to come home with me tonight, that's fine. You are our guest, not our prisoner, and I cannot and will not keep you here against your will. But you are literally asking me to put your life at risk!” “Aren't we being a little melodramatic,” Ian scoffed. “No, not at all. This morning, we had our weekly patient review-- what we call 'Lessing's Folly'-- in honor of one of your colleagues, Professor John Lessing. John is the actual head of this department, and after he reviewed your file he told us to keep you under wraps and not to allow you to make decisions but to defer them to Sarah. Ian, listen to me!” Rita reached into the crib and clutched his arm. She had to get through to him! “There's something in your mind that throws a switch when you have to make a decision, and we don't know whether it's only for big decisions like the one that caused your blackout yesterday, or whether even minor things could trigger another event. I watch you grading your exams on the video feed, and I hold my breath, wondering if trying to decide between a B minus and a C plus would push you over the edge. Now imagine that you're outside, in the cold, trying to decide between taking the bus home, or calling a taxi. And you collapse, right there on the sidewalk. Ian, it happens to at least a dozen people in the Cities every winter! They collapse on the sidewalk, there's no one around, and hypothermia kills them in less than ten minutes. Please, for the love of God, don't do this!” “All right … okay, already.” No one could miss the fear in Rita's eyes, and there was enough panic in her voice to bring Ian's fears racing to the surface. “But we have to come to some kind of agreement. Breast milk just isn't cutting it. Rita, it feels like my insides are turning to mush … the milk goes in on top and comes right out on the bottom. It's like your turning my body into an open sewer. Why are you doing this to me?” “Because Sarah wants to nurse her big baby, and Vickie and I want to as well. There's a plan in place for the four of us to live together ...” “Taking Three's Company to the next level,” Vickie grinned. “Oh, it will take a bit of negotiation to work out the fine details, but trust me, you are not going to have to decide between Sarah and me. You will have us both, and do not think for a moment that you are going to leave Rita on the outside looking in.” Vickie pointedly tapped Ian's diaper cover. “This fellow is going to be very busy,” she chortled, “and rumor has it that there's an ingredient in our breast milk that will create an unbreakable emotional bond. But don't worry. You're not going to drown in the stuff because we are all going to share and share alike!” Ian shook his head, trying to part the cobwebs. Was he asleep and dreaming, or awake and hallucinating? “I don't mind the breast milk, see?” Ian held up his now empty bottle. “But as far as I know I haven't had water since Wednesday night, and I'm dehydrated. And without food I'm not getting enough sodium and other stuff, so maybe that's why I passed out. So, I'll agree to stay here, but in return I want to get dressed, go down to the cafeteria, and have a proper meal! And I want a steak for dinner, damn it, a steak and a baked potato!!!” The light bulb went off over Rita's head, and she could see at a glance that Vickie had had the same idea. It was time for Ian to meet Manny Cepeda.

I am a lifelong bedwetter. Never wore any diapers or plastic pants growing up as they were difficult to find. Finally stopped bedwetting around age 18. This was back in late 60's. Restarted bedwetting shortly after I originally stopped. Diapers and plastic pants were becoming more available then. This is when I started to wear them. Been wearing ever since. I am now 72. Haven't had a dry night since. I sleep very deep.

i have goodnights all over the place because i never know when my dribbling is gonna get really bad. a few months ago i was cleaning out my upstairs bathroom and found a full unopened pack under the sink i completely forgot about lol

awww that stinks. i used to get lots of stuff from them during college. i understand you can get most of this stuff elsewhere now like amazon but its better to support pro kink folk

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!!

Only on the Amazons, they don't have anyone to help with the princess dresses when they need to go potty so they just have to wear diapers.

Tonight, I will be watching Casablanca with my mother.

That sucks…great shop / great people / great products…sad to see them go 😭

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.

Dude I hope you are feeling better, thats more important. Dude I hope you are feeling better, thats more important.

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.

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…”

Thanks everybody for your kind comments. When I was writing this I never considered it from a corrections officer perspective having no experience in that area myself, though perhaps its a good thing as sometimes reality can stall or hinder pure fantasy. Anyway here is part 2. Hope you enjoy it! Part Two When the bell signalling the end of Maths Class and the start of Recess rang, there were five students that had been found wanting by Ms. Smyth and handed over to the Classroom Disciplinarians along with Margaret for punishment. It was only down to Jesse’s natural ability and desire to prevent her soiled underwear from being exposed during a spanking that she found the motivation she needed to get her own work completed on time. Not looking at any of the other students, as she filed out of the classroom and made her way to the lunchroom just a few doors down, she briefly reflected on the circumstances that had brought her to Mount Usher. When she had been little Jesse remembered hearing about the school almost as though it were a myth. A reform school where girls from wealthy families were sent if they failed their final secondary school exams or did not get accepted into college. No one in their family circle really knew anything substantial about it then, but the idea that there was a place where girls could be sent to entirely repeat secondary school again at the age of eighteen sounded like the most horrific punishment imaginable. Her mother of course used to threaten to send her there when she older if she did not do well in school as a way to incentivise her study and do her homework. This worked for a time and though her older sister Val swore that her friend’s older cousin had been sent there and returned home a special needs case, as Jesse got older, she came to consider it to be a cautionary tale. Something that no doubt had at its heart a cornel of truth but in reality, had been exaggerated by parents beyond all recognition to bring their unruly daughters back into line. It came then as total surprise to Jesse that when she failed her A-Levels, due to partying and disinterest, that was exactly where she was sent. All her father had said to her as the Disciplinary Intake Team forcefully collected her, one morning shortly after her exam results came out, was that she would be humiliated the same way she had brought humiliation on the family. Hearing the thuds of paddles landing on bare bottoms and frantic sobs escaping from Margaret and the others as she walked, Jesse knew that her father had been completely honest with her that day. Though she tried not to think about what that meant and how angry he must have been to knowingly send her here. Entering the lunchroom, Jesse took her mandatory large cup of juice and midmorning snack, which today was a rice cake topped with cream cheese and a sliced tomato, from one of the Lunchroom Team. Looking around for a place to sit down she saw her friend Samantha motion that she had saved her a spot beside her at an empty table. Not looking forward to hearing her friend’s analysis of the morning’s embarrassing events but glad that someone was still willing to associate with her, Jesse went over to join her. She had little choice after all, Mrs. Taylor had checked her off for receiving her snack and now the Disciplinarians would closely monitor her to ensure she consumed all of it regardless of whether she liked the food or not. “Well,” said Samantha smiling, “that was a wild one. Are you okay?” “What do you think?” replied Jesse morosely. “I never imagined a situation where I could ever bring myself to use that stupid thing, let alone like that. I feel so disgusted with myself.” “Ah don’t worry about it. It was a bad one I’m not going to lie, but then that’s the goal of this place right, to humiliate and break us. We’ve all been there or will be there at some point. At least you didn’t have an accident. If you needed to go that badly, it was the best thing you could have done.” She said trying her best to comfort her friend. “I overheard a few of the girls joking about it on the way out of the classroom but I reckon that’ll die down quickly, it’s not like we haven’t seen a thousand scenes like it already. Try and focus on your work this afternoon to make sure you don’t get in trouble and put it out of your head”. “Thanks Sam” said Jesse feeling a bit better “you’re right, I’ll do my best. It just…” she began to whisper after looking around “I don’t think its over. I’m pretty sure Mrs. King didn’t wipe me properly before pulling my panties back up. I expect they’ll be stained and I’ll get an infraction at inspection tonight”. Samantha looked instantly annoyed “that mean old crone. She did that to Brittany a while back as well. Didn’t wipe her at all so it looked like she had a small pee accident. They never play by the rules in this place! Still, you don’t have any other infractions yet this month, do you?” “No, none…” Jesse replied before she noticed someone suddenly standing over her from behind. Looking up Jesse realised it was one of the Potty Aids and she had a look on her face as though she smelled something putrid. “If I am not mistaken there is a terrible potty smell lingering over here girls. Own up, which one of you went poopy in their knickers? I know that you are both big girls…” she said looking over both Samantha and Jesse “so you should be old enough to know when you have had an accident”. Terrified by this rapid turn of events neither girl said anything both slightly shaking their heads and lost for words. “Neither of you hmmm…” she said looking them both directly in the eye in turn, seeming to take a perverse pleasure in their anxiety. “Well, there is no one else here and I definitely smell something, my nose has never been wrong in all my years at Mount Usher, so either someone is fibbing or they are too much of a baby to know when they have a stinky bottom… Last chance now…” she said raising her voice so that it cut across the entirety of the small lunchroom. “Which one of you big girls has done something even very little girls know better than to do in their pants? Hmmm?” At that Jesse knew she had no choice other than to own up. It might not have been her fault that her underwear was stained but they undoubtedly must have been if this Potty Aid could smell them. As Jesse began to nervously reply she could already see Samantha edging away and making herself look as small as possible. Not that she blamed her. It seemed that Jesse was just a magnet for trouble today and there was no point in Samantha getting caught up in it as well. “I think its me Miss. I didn’t have an accident, I promise, but I don’t think Mrs. King fully wiped by bottom for me when I used the potty in class earlier. My panties felt a little bit dirty when I sat back down but since it was the end of the lesson, I haven’t had the chance to check them yet” “Oh ho ho” laughed the Potty Aid haughtily. “If I had a pound for every time some silly little girl tried to blame the state of their dirty pants on someone else, I would have been able to retire long ago. Besides I do not believe that my good friend Mrs. King, who is very competent in her work, would ever be capable of such an error. More likely young lady you did not realise that you still had more to do on the potty, hmmm… and got up before you had gotten everything out. You had probably only sat back down again when something more slipped out while you were focusing on your work. I see it time and time again. Well let’s assess the damage shall we.” The Potty Aid pulled the now shaking petite girl up out of her seat, ignoring her garbled protests and pushed her face into the table so that her rear was clearly on display. The rest of the lunchroom went still as this occurred as everyone who had not heard the previous interactions now took note of what was happening. No-one dared move even if they had not yet found a seat and the only sounds that could be heard was the ongoing spanking and sobbing carrying faintly from the classroom. Pulling back Jesse’s skirt the Potty Aid began to tut and say “Oh my, looks like my nose was right as usual. That is a very big brown stain on your good school panties little girl. Much too big to be skid marks like you were suggesting. It looks like you aren’t just a potty pants but a very naughty fibber as well. You have a lot of apologies to make after this disgraceful act let me tell you. Oh yes, you are going to have to apologise to the school for dirtying the lovely clean white panties they gave you. You are going to have to apologise to the poor washing staff who are going to have to spend so long trying to get these panties clean again after you soiled them so thoroughly. Yes…” she said pausing to look over them again “these are almost as bad as what some of the very little girls here do in their nappies. I expect they’ll have to be washed with them! You are also going to apologise to Mrs. King for telling such awful stories about her. To be frank I am seething on her behalf that you would even dream of suggesting such a thing about such a kind and caring woman. You are going to apologise to your teacher for not informing her that you had an accident in your pants during class. And… lastly, you are going to apologise to me for not just owning up properly in the first place and making me waste my precious time having to check you like a big baby. Now say you are sorry this instant!” With her face still hovering over the table and her dirty panties on display for her whole class Jesse was too terrified and ashamed to even try to stand up for herself. She blurted out “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what” replied the Potty Aid sternly. “For not telling you I had an accident in my panties and making you check me like a… like a baby” Jesse cried, bursting into tears at the last part. “Good girl,” said the Potty Aid. “You still have a long way to go to make up for being so bold but we’re going to have a conversation now with the Potty Patrolman who will help set everything right”. The Potty Aid dropped Jesse’s skirt back down and then turning the girl around led her through the many students who had still yet to find a seat, before proceeding down the hall, and up the stairs to the Potty Patrolman’s Office. Initially Jesse’s body subconsciously tried to offer some token resistance as if it understood what her mind could not yet process, that their destination would be her ruin, but a few sharp smacks to the back of Jesse’s legs from the Potty Aid soon cut that out. Much to Jesse’s dismay the Potty Patrolman was in when the Potty Aid knocked on his door and he did not hide his annoyance at having his break interrupted. When he had heard the Potty Aids version of events, he quickly picked up his phone and summoned Jesse’s year head Ms. Linton to his office as well as Ms. Smyth, Mrs. King, and a representative of the school’s cleaning staff who was on duty that morning. Jesse could only quietly sob as she waited for them to arrive. She was told to stop crying by the Potty Patrolman who insisted that he would give her something to really cry about in a few minutes but she could not help herself. She just kept thinking that this was it. After eighteen months of surviving with a reduced but at least somewhat independent status, in spite of all Mount Usher’s ridiculous rules, she was going to be forced to become the special needs case her sister had gossiped about so long ago. She had never known what she wanted to be. She never thought that she needed to know, and would have the freedom to figure it out one day. Even when that freedom was delayed because of Mount Usher, she had assured herself that when she got out and was able to go to college, she would still lead a wonderful life as she was always meant to. Now, though she could see herself being sat beside Hazel in the toddler uniform beginning her apprenticeship over the next three and a half years into full time babyhood. She was finished. She would never be anything now. Never know what might have been. “Right” said the Potty Patrolman, bringing Jesse out of her melancholy and making her aware that the other staff members had arrived. “From what my Potty Aid Ms. Greaves has informed me, this big baby here having been too little to wait until recess to go to the bathroom, asked to go to the potty during class time. Likely being embarrassed by having to perform such a childish act in front of all her classmates due to her own lack of foresight and planning, she did not spend long enough going and rushed off the potty before she was completely finished. The result of this silliness was that she had a small messy accident in her pants some time in the few minutes that were left before the end of her maths lesson. Instead of acting with maturity and notifying the staff of her predicament like anyone with a bit of common sense, Ms. Wilson then proceeded to act like a toddler and walk around and sit in her mess until Ms. Greaves became aware of it and called her out. Subsequently, I am ashamed to say Mrs. King, after all the kind support you I’m told that you gave her when helping her to use the potty in her moment of need, Ms. Wilson tried to shift the blame for her silly actions and made up a tale about you not wiping her properly. I have called you all here now so that Ms. Wilson can apologise to you all individually, after which, let me assure you, she will then be very thoroughly punished.” “Oh my” Ms. Smyth quickly responded, that Cheshire cat grin appearing on her face once more. Turning to Jesse she said “I cannot believe it Mr. Clarke. Ms. Wilson has always been very well behaved in my class and until today has always acted as though she can be trusted to be a big girl. I refuse to believe that she would soil herself like a big baby in my class and then sit in it trying to hide it, silly enough to think that the staff would not quickly find out.” “Bend over” she commanded. “Out of respect for our time with one another so far and the person I thought you to be I will not be able to accept what our Potty Patrolman is telling me until I see this accident with my own two eyes.” When Jesse who at this point was almost totally lost in her own world again did not immediately move at her words, Ms. Greaves sat down in the chair in front of the Potty Patrolman’s desk and aggressively pulled Jesse over her lap. She then pulled up her skirt so that her panties were on display to everyone in the room and began to spank the back of Jesse’s legs again, saying “Do what you are told, you are in enough trouble already missy without being disobedient too”. “Well, Ms. Smyth, since you needed proof, there you have it,” said the Potty Patrolman with a knowing smile. “A silly girl with a very poopy behind. Though it speaks of your good character to want to give any child the benefit of the doubt. Unfortunately, in my experience it is never without good reason that a child is sent to Mount Usher and no matter how well-behaved or mature they may seem at first, their true nature is always eventually revealed.” “I’m in shock Mr. Clarke. I’m truly shocked. Even seeing it I can scarcely believe what my eyes are telling me, but there can be no doubt about it. Little Ms. Wilson made a whoopsie-daisy in her pants and did not tell anyone. And to think I was only praising her earlier for her excellent potty skills” Ms Smyth replied feigning shock and shaking her head in mock disappointment. “Thinking about it, I’m so disgusted I’m not even sure I can deal with having such a dishonest baby in my class. I’ll really have to reflect on this”. Nodding his head in agreement the Potty Patrolman said “Well that is your choice after all Ms. Smyth and if you do not feel as though you can trust Ms. Wilson to learn in your class anymore just let either myself or her year head Ms. Linton know and we will make alternative arrangements.” He then continued on saying “Okay Ms. Greaves, you can let this potty pants back up”. When Jesse was standing and facing him again, he said “I want you to apologise to everyone here for making so much work for them through your babyish behaviour.” Scared stiff and barely able to communicate at all Jesse blurted out apologies to everyone on the room in turn for pooping her pants and for being so silly to try and hide it. By this point even she was almost convinced that this was the truth. Once this was done the Potty Patrolman thanked everyone for coming and let all but Ms. Linton and Ms. Greaves return to their break. “Now as to what is to be done with you to help you learn that this sort of behaviour is not acceptable here at Mount Usher and incentivise you not to do it again. To begin, since you have violated the school rules and had an accident in your pants you will be placed on Review Level for the next three months and accordingly have to wear the Review Uniform” the Potty Patrolman said matter of factly. Hearing this Jesse let out a great heaving sob as all of her earlier fears seemed to be coming to pass which the Potty Patrolman ignored. He motioned to Ms. Greaves who then led Jesse over to a full-length mirror that sat towards the back of the room and began to get her changed by removing Jesse’s black shoes, dirty underwear, and skirt. Finding herself practically naked from the waste down for the second time that day Jesse watched as Ms. Linton then took over and began transforming her into a toddler. First, she started by taking some baby wipes and fully wiping her down this time. Then she had Jesse step into a large, adult-sized, disposable pull up that looked as thick as any diaper Jesse had ever seen, and was decorated with a childish animal print design. Ms. Linton then fitted her into an extremely short grey mini-skirt which only partially covered her pull-up leaving most of it on display. It was clear to Jesse that the purpose of this was to ensure that anyone who looked at her would be able to see what she was wearing straight away and easily confirm when she had an accident. Her school shoes were then replaced with a similar black pair but instead of being secured with a buckle they had Velcro straps. Lastly, although Jesse did not think it was part of the Review Uniform, Ms. Linton re-arranged her long shoulder length blond hair, which she usually wore freely, into two pig tails. Once Ms. Linton had finished, the three staff members gathered behind Jesse looking her over, providing the girl with extra time to take in her new look. Staring at the pull-up, or rather her pull-up, the Velcro, and pig tails, she did not feel at that moment as though she were nearly twenty years of age. She looked like a parody of someone’s two-year-old sister who had just started potty training. Even though there were other students in her class and school who looked exactly like this and worse, she never fully appreciated how awful it felt to be dressed this way until she was placed among them. She did not know how she was going to face her friends and not die of shame. Again, the Potty Patrolman spoke breaking Jesse from her horrific reverie. “Good” he said patting the back of Jesse’s pull-up. “This is much more suitable attire for someone still having accidents in their pants and struggling to hold it until it is time to go to the bathroom. You should count yourself lucky though that up to this your record has been impeccable. Since this is your first offence, I cannot reduce you to Pre-school or Toddler Level as someone who goes poopy in their pants really ought to be.” “As you know at Review Level you are now directly under my care and essentially on potty probation until you can demonstrate for a sufficient length of time that you are no longer having toileting issues. As a student at Review Level for the next three months you will be assigned a regular Potty Aid to ensure that you are wearing the correct uniform, are using the toilet to a sufficient standard, and to facilitate more regular panty inspections throughout the day. Usually, your Potty Aid will check you publicly every two to three hours, and after each visit to the toilet, though the number of times you are inspected will be decided by the Potty Aid you are assigned. I will discuss this with staff following our meeting here and have your new Potty Aid assigned to you by lunch time this afternoon. You are now no longer permitted to visit the bathroom without your assigned Potty Aid or, in the event of an emergency an alternative Potty Aid, accompanying you. Attempting to visit the bathroom without a Potty Aid will result in severe punishment. Additionally, you will now will now attend the Review Lunchroom for recess and lunchtime breaks, and sit in the Review Row or third row in your classroom. Finally, let me remind you that the expectation at Review Level is to prove your maturity by having no accidents. Therefore, should you have an accident at any time, your review period will reset back to three months meaning that you will be starting your probation over again. If, however you should have more than three accidents within a six-week period including those which may occur during the night you will fail your probation. Failing your potty probation will mean a reduction from Review to Pre-school Level which has its own separate rules. Do you understand this Ms. Wilson?” Thinking of everything the Potty Patrolman had said Jesse spirits were falling lower and lower as the implications of being at Review Level really sank it. Again, it took practically everything she had to blurt out “Yes, I understand Sir”. “Very good” replied the Potty Patrolman. “Now as for the punishment for your infantile behaviour this afternoon.” Having thought being reduced to Review Level was her punishment, Jesse's crying renewed as the Potty Patrolman continued to speak. "For having an accident in your pants, you will be required to watch Mount Usher’s own potty training video series every night during your one-hour free period for the next two weeks. I expect this will refresh your memory about what you are supposed to do when you need to relieve yourself. Just so you are aware this will be a recurring punishment every time you have an accident. Next, for causing trouble for Ms. Greaves, one of the Disciplinary Team will find you after you have watched the training video this evening and take you to the punishment room for a thirty-minute spanking. After that, for lying, your mouth will be washed out with soap and you will be placed in the corner for an additional thirty minutes before being brought to the potty and sent to bed. If I hear about you causing any problems for the staff or kicking up a fuss during these punishments you do not even want to imagine what I have in store for you. Understood?” “Yes Sir” replied Jesse meekly, having been totally broken. “Excellent” said the Potty Patrolman. “Well in a few moments Ms. Greaves will accompany you to your locker so you can get your books, and then bring you to class to explain why you were delayed. However, I believe you did not have time to have anything to eat or drink during your break while we were getting all of this sorted out. Is that correct? “It is Sir” replied Jesse “Thank you but I’m not at all hungry”. “Nonsense.” said the Potty Patroller grinning. “You might not be hungry after all this unpleasantness but I cannot have you going back to class and being unable to concentrate later on because you didn’t eat anything.” Moving over to his desk he opened a drawer and took out what looked to Jesse like an off-brand cereal bar and carton of juice. Forcing them into Jesse’s hands he said “Take these and have them on your way back to class. Ms. Greaves, you’ll make sure she finishes them before returning, won’t you?” Ms. Greaves simply nodded to affirm. “Excellent. Well off you go Ms. Wilson. After this evening I hope you will have learnt your lesson and made up your mind to be a good girl. If not for me, then your father who I will be giving a full report to on these matters. So be good!” With that the Potty Patrolman returned to his desk, presumably to get back to his own midmorning snack as Jesse was led out the door by Ms. Greaves. Seeing that Jesse had yet to begin consuming her food Ms. Greaves stopped her outside the door and took both the bar and juice from her. She then opened them for her and returned them, waiting until Jesse had started eating before continuing to walk. Jesse was in such a daze from all that had happened to her that morning, and unsettled by the unfamiliar swish of her legs rubbing off her pull-up as she walked, that she had almost finished her food before it even crossed her mind that it could be a new trap. She supposed time would tell whether it would be or not, but what was certain was that the rest of the day would be horrible regardless as she returned to class a Review Level student and had this evening’s punishments still to endure. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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.

Part 6 It had been a terrible day and as I lay in bed I just couldn’t get to sleep because my mind was turning over every aspect of it. Mom, the school and even I had quite a lot to say and I needed to digest all of it. As I was mulling things over I felt my diaper warming and wondered why, when wide awake, I’d just peed myself. This was fast becoming even more of a problem I couldn’t fathom but knew I hated the fact I was in soaked padding. I looked at the clock and it was 22:05 and thought I’d try and do something I hadn’t yet tried and that was get to the bathroom and change myself. I got there as quietly as I could, stripped down and chucked the soaked material in the bin and was just about to clean up when dad came in. “Ah, Jamie, thought I heard movement...” I guiltily looked at him but wasn’t sure of my next move so grabbed a towel and tried to hide my privates. “Another wet diaper?” He queried but seeing the evidence hanging precariously on the edge of the bin there was no point in denying it. I nodded. “Your mom thinks you’re doing it on purpose... are you?” “NO,” I said with more force than I expected. Dad just put up his palm as if to say he understood so need not get upset about the suggestion. “Look son,” his voice was calm and measured, “your mother’s hard on you because you haven’t given this place a chance.” I looked down at my feet and wriggled my toes because it was true I hadn’t because I didn’t want to. He lifted my chin to look directly into his eyes. “I, no, we both understand it’s been quite a wrench for you... and we understand your resentment,” he tipped his head to one side... it was an odd way of showing he was being both a friend and a dad, “to an extent.” He then frowned but continued. “However, you are eleven years old and as such we, your parents, make all the decision on your behalf.” He paused a moment, “We know the trauma of leaving a place you’ve known all your life can be a scary experience and that was one of the reasons we were so pleased to move here. The crime rate is low, the education system is high, the job prospects for both mom and me were completely out of our reach back home... this was to be our new start. A place where we’d be able to bring up you and Josh and give you the benefits you wouldn’t have had had we stayed where we were.” He saw that I was shaking because I was on the verge of tears again. “Jamie,” he pulled me in for a hug and my towel fell away, he patted my bare bum as he tried to comfort my distress. I wriggled thinking about the way I’d been spanked and he must have caught that movement. “Oh yes, the spanking.” Now my tears did fall as I wondered, with my bare bum being available if I was about to receive the same thing again. “That did not go as planned,” he confessed. “We forgot that we had already given permission for that to happen but hoped that the threat alone would keep you in check. Alas, you pushed too many wrong buttons and the Prefect responded to that consent.” He looked up at me with sorrowful eyes. “Sorry, but that wasn’t supposed to actually happen... and it’s to your mom and my shame that it did. It won’t happen again.” He grabbed a fresh diaper from off the shelf and fluffed it out (they were very soft even if they were in company colours), fed it between my legs and fastened me tightly in then guided me back to bed. This was a little strange because he didn’t make me wear any plastic pants and I was just too astonished about what he’d said to comment but, like everyone does after every change, he patted my bottom in a very caring way. “Jamie, you have to know that we love you and everything we’ve done is for the benefit of us all. There was nothing left for us back at the old place, the work was about to dry up and your mates and you were heading in the wrong direction. TYME offered us a new start and if we hadn’t grabbed it we would’ve been doing you and Josh a great dis-service.” He tucked me in and kissed my forehead... it was nice. The fact that I’d been battling with dad had taken its toll because I really missed things as they used to be between us. Even the soft fluffy diaper felt weirdly nice. I was totally relaxed... oh hell I was enjoying this attention. “Jamie, your school is in charge of what happens there and for the moment I think they are giving you a lesson in accountability; act a certain way, and you’ll be treated in that way. It’s up to you how you change that judgement.” I think I understood what he was saying and felt a lot better, despite what he’d said about the spanking, that I’d be in E4 until they saw improvement in my attitude. They all knew I wasn’t a little kid but, if I was going to act like one, then they thought it only fair on me, to treat me as one. Well, at least that’s what I got from our conversation. The spanking – well no toddler would have been put through that but I’d chipped away at the bounds just a little too much. However, the other thing I got was that there would be no more spanking, although I did wonder if that could be repealed at any time, it was good to know. At that moment I wriggled happily in the delicate comfort of my diaper. # The chat with dad was nice. I mean, for the first time since we arrived here it was like being back home. Dad rarely raised his voice and the stroking of my hair and tucking me in was really... well... I hate to say it but as it used to be. It was like being back in our old apartment and I liked that... could it be the same here? I still wasn’t sure about mom but at least slept pretty well for the rest of the night and surprise-surprise, woke up dry. Mom came in carrying a few items just as I’d planted my feet on the floor. I looked up at her and noticed that the hard features I’d been subjected to last night had softened somewhat. “Morning love,” yes definitely softened, “how did you sleep, OK, hmmm?” “Fine thanks... and I’m dry.” I said rubbing the front of my still soft diaper. Now this was something a little strange because, the mornings I’ve woken up wet the plastic pants held the fabric but it was still pretty icky. Now, it suddenly occurred to me that since I’d been put into one by mom, I may well have resented it but I’d never really kicked up a rumpus about having to wear it. Weird or what? “Well that’s wonderful love, why not get washed and I’ll be in to get you ready for school.” I resigned myself to still having to wear an E4 diaper but also added something that dad and I talked about last night. “I don’t wet on purpose... I don’t know why it’s happening but it is getting worse... but honestly mom, I’m not doing it on purpose.” I thought I’d better make sure mom knew I wasn’t doing it intentionally by making sure she knew of that fact. I wondered if I should repeat myself again. “OK, OK,” she held up her hands as if in surrender. “I believe you and I have to say Mimi was worried and wanted me to take you to the doctors for a check-up. We’ll be going after school today.” “What do you mean Mimi was worried?” I didn’t understand. “Well, we feed all our daily data into Mimi’s computer banks and it’s collated, put through various personal algorithms and, well, erm, and it came back, and has done a couple of times now, that this can’t be right for an otherwise healthy eleven year old boy.” I looked at her wondering what else she’d fed into the computer but mom was looking guilty. “Yes, well, I kept telling Mimi that I was sure it was down to the trauma of leaving, hormones... or... you were doing it on purpose to make a point.” She confessed. “What!” “I kept saying you’d be over it soon when you saw that peeing the bed made no difference to us leaving here. Nonetheless, Mimi thought, despite my insisting on the latter being the case, I should take you to a doctor.” She shrugged guiltily. “MOM!” She looked a little flustered. “You can’t tell me I got all that wrong. You have been acting up in the hope we might change our minds and as we got more and more entrenched, I thought you were doing the same by... turning up the waterworks and using your padding.” “MOM!” “Sorry love, but that’s the way it seemed to me but, after your chat with dad last night we’ve talked about it and our conclusion is... to see if Mimi is correct and I should give you the benefit of the doubt.” She took a deep breath. “Look, you’ve been a little sod, erm, so excuse me if I got it wrong.” She fluffed out a fresh TYME compliant yellow diaper, checked the new pale yellow cartoon plastic pants and unfolded the school yellow onesie. “However, you still have school first so... off you go, get cleaned up and then I’ll get you ready for nursery.” I pointed at the onesie. “Mom, can’t we change that?” “Not today but a lot will depend on what the doctor says... but for now...” and she waggled the fresh diaper in the air, “Mimi has decided E4 is the place for you.” # Mom and dad, the deputies, the teachers, Miss Sylvia and now Mimi (an inanimate blue box) have all made it perfectly clear that it is my inflexibility, rudeness and foul mouth that has led me to be sentenced to E4... the nursery. Personally, I didn’t understand how being angry and foul-mouthed is regarded as being childish, to me it is the complete opposite but I suppose the wet diaper might have some baring on that decision. However, TYME, or Mimi or whatever algorithm is in charge means my school uniform is whatever the kids in E4 are wearing because that’s where I’ll be spending my days for now. As I stood under the shower I recapped on what mom and dad had said. Everything is fed into Mimi so if I wanted things to change, I’d have to make sure what was fed into it/her/it (or whatever) next had to be something in my favour. After the success with being a monkey and entertaining not only Josh with my fun antics, would I be able to use that to my advantage? Perhaps I’d been going at this all wrong, and although it was against my better judgement, maybe I should be the sweetest ‘toddler’ in E4? I could try it at least. However there were other things going on in my head like – where were all the others like me who had a problem with this kind of authority? I was the only boy my age in E4, surely they must be others? Despite the shower’s warmth a sudden cold shiver ran up my spine and I had a very definite image in my head of an operating room where row after row of young people were undergoing surgery and getting implants in their brain to ‘change their ways’. This sudden vision shocked me so much that I let loose a stream of pee. Thankfully I was in the right place for it not to matter but I was quite jolted by such a thought. Surely E10 wouldn’t be that blatant? So, when I returned to the bedroom and mom was there waiting to get me sorted with all the oils, powder and a thick fleecy diaper, I didn’t create I simply said “Thanks Mom” and let her get on with organising my uniform for the day. E4 was a better option than E10 that was for sure. With diapers - mine, Josh’s and everyone else who still wore one – being washed and replaced by TYME Diaper Services I had to admit they did a great job in making sure they were ultra-soft to wear. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t argued too much about having to wear one because, apart from the bulk, they felt OK. I might have looked stupid for an eleven year old still in diapers but I had a plan so everyone else could SUCK IT. The only thing that pulled me up was the sight of my little brother Josh in his blue school shorts. How I wished I had a pair to cover the obvious bulge that the onesie did a poor job of concealing. “Mom, could I not wear shorts until we get to school?” She looked at me as if to say... ‘Now you’re asking to wear shorts?’ but instead said that the supervisor on the bus would be scanning my badge and what I wore and where I should be was already in the system, so, sorry but no change. That was the next thing to pull me up. It never occurred to me that I’d have to travel on the school bus dressed as I was. This was all too much but I had to stay strong to make sure my plan worked. “OK, never mind.” I can’t believe those ‘understanding’ words came out of my mouth, and to be honest, ‘the plan’ hadn’t exactly jumped into my head yet. # I was beginning to think that TYME had its own climate because since we’d been here there hadn’t been one grotty day. As Josh and I clambered aboard the bus a new, different younger bus Deputy/Prefect (or whatever their title was) scanned us both and we made our way to a couple of empty seats. I was expecting a roar of offensive comments from the rest of the passengers about what I was wearing but the bus seemed to respect I was dressed this way for a reason and no one said a thing or even sniggered at my appearance. Some looked and smiled but it wasn’t a mocking smile just one of acknowledgement. They were all deep in their own conversations and interests and I appeared not to be one of them. I couldn’t believe it, at my old school the ridicule would have lasted a lifetime. Mmmm! Although, we sat and chatted together, Joshy had a friend on the bus he kept turning round to talk to. The little lad asked if I liked to wear a onesie but said it in such a way that despite my initial worry about this whole ‘kids uniform thing’ I didn’t get mad because he said he wished he could wear one to school. He was dressed just like Josh so that meant blue shorts over his diaper, if in fact he was wearing one, which I suspected he was. Another thought struck me – was the reason no one said anything down to manners or just that I was so well-known to the townsfolk that they all knew my history and why exactly I was wearing this juvenile outfit? Those little tags on our shirts certainly contained all our info so it wasn’t a silly notion. However, by the time the bus arrived at the Academy I was able to shrug off my suspicions because there was absolutely nothing I could do whatever the reason. Once we’d all disembarked and I’d been shuffled over to my E4 line I was greeted by Miss Tracy who together with all the other ‘teachers’ welcomed our noisy little group with big hugs and huge smiles. “We’re really happy to see our little monkey again today,” she beamed as once again my badge was scanned, “we’ve got some lovely games for our wonderful E4ers to enjoy... yeahhhh.” I joined in “Yeahhhhhhhhh” I could play along. She patted my padded bum and I’m sure it was to check whether I needed a change yet but thankfully the bus journey had turned out to be totally un-traumatic, so I was OK. # The day passed off just like the bus journey, un-traumatically. I was the life and soul of our little group and kept everyone entertained even receiving a gold star, which Miss Tracy stuck on to the front of my onesie. I didn’t make a fuss when I was led to the changing area and my diaper was changed because once again, I’d wet it without realising. Still it was all praise from the girl (I think it was Miss Helen) as she wiped me down and affixed a different, yet thicker blue and yellow diaper in place before slipping up a fresh pair of plastic pants and refastening the onesie. I know I should have been mortified being changed by a girl not that much older than me but realised that's what they wanted me to feel. If I wanted to get out of E4 then had to play the game. So, I thanked her and rushed off to join the others. Strangely, because I was playing a part I could actually enjoy myself. I’d had plenty of practice playing silly games with a little brother so was able to adapt to my fellow E4ers and the time simply flew by. It was a bit of a surprise how quickly time past and parents came to pick up their little ones but this time I didn’t care or try to hide myself away. I carried on ‘chatting’ with my new found ‘playmates’ even when their mom or dad was around. I got plenty of hugs and bye-bye waves from the kids as they left and a huge cuddle from Josh when he came to join me. Mom arrived shortly after, and once she’d received a report from Miss Sylvia smiled her encouragement for us both to accompany her... I’d forgotten we had to visit the doctor. “A gold star eh?” Mom looked proudly at my badge. “Oh yer, I organised a little game everyone enjoyed.” I reached to pull it off my onesie. “Oh Jamie, don’t just pull it off, it’s a good thing to wear with pride... I bet your brother’s impressed?” She looked at Josh who was tracing his finger across its golden points. “Yes, a very good sign.” Mom mumbled under her breath as we began to meander from the building. I felt good but wasn’t sure if it was because I was proud or that I was fooling everyone. “OK sweethearts,” she hugged both of us, “a trip to the doctors for a quick check-up and then we’re meeting dad down on the beach for a bit of a treat.” # The doctor’s office was nothing like our old one, there it was all cramped and you had to wait ages but this, your name was on the board as you arrived, as was the doctor and room you’d be seen in, so no long queues or groups of sick people sitting around coughing. My doctor was Dr Sandra Sulliman and we had precisely two minutes to wait. Meanwhile, a brief scan of the place showed it was clean, efficient and well run. Even the nurses looked professional in their pale blue scrubs and smiling faces. It was a very welcoming place and whereas Josh had been scared of going to see our old doctor, here he seemed at ease, especially when one of the nurses asked if he wanted to play with some toys in the kid’s room. She looked at me and smiled, “You can go too if you like... I think that gold star gives you a VIP pass.” I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a subtle put down but at that moment Dr Sulliman’s door opened and we were greeted with an encouraging smile and invited in. Josh had disappeared off with the nurse to the play area so I guess it was just me having the check-up. She introduced herself as Doctor Susan and obviously knew all about me but after the initial ‘Hello’s’ spoke to me and not mom about my problem. This wasn’t what I expected, I thought, because of the way I was dressed that she’d treat me as a little kid but it wasn’t the case. Even mom seemed taken aback by the way the conversation was going but she took her cue from the doctor and let me speak. “Well James, it seems that since you’ve arrived here at TYME you’ve been having trouble with your waterworks... is that how you see it?” “Erm, um, eeerrrrrmmm,” This was not my finest hour. Mom piped up that was the case but the doctor asked if she’d let James speak... she used my name and not Jamie, which I was quite impressed by. Mom raised her hands as if she was only trying to help and the doctor thanked her but she was conducting this examination and it would be done her way. I sort of liked my new doctor. # Throughout our conversation she never once talked down to me. She even apologised for asking me to strip down to my diaper so she could examine my body but said that she’d be as quick as possible to avoid too much embarrassment. She was as good as her word. The exam was mainly done by moving pads around my body which she said were taking readings as they scanned for any ‘peculiarities’, all of which were then being fed into the main frame diagnostic computer and we’d have the read outs almost immediately. I wasn’t asked to give a urine sample as somehow she already had that information stacked in my file. I wondered if they used my discarded wet diapers to check, which strangely made sense. “And finally James, we need to take a small sample of your blood... so, if you could follow Nurse Jelly, she’ll draw that whilst I have a quick word with your mom and then we should be done.” I stood up to follow the nurse and suddenly felt myself filling my diaper. “Oh mom...” I cried in frustration and embarrassment. Doctor Susan tried to placate my total humiliation. “Don’t worry James that can often happen when visiting a doctor... for some it can be a very nerve wracking experience. The nurse will see to that as well and I’ll speak to you in a little while OK... nothing to worry about.” With legs apart I waddled after the nurse to another room where she sat me down, suggested she took the blood first and then change my diaper. I was far too embarrassed to argue and just let her do her job. She was sweet and encouraging and didn’t once say that it was ridiculous an eleven year old boy should still be in diapers and using them. I was grateful for the care she took in drawing blood because I hardly noticed. After the sweet way she cleaned me up, powdered me down and fitted a fresh clean (though quite thick) diaper, fresh pair of plastic pants and helped me back into my onesie, I was more grateful than embarrassed... and the dry fresh diaper felt great hugging my not so very private privates. Thankfully, I didn’t receive a second gold star as that would have been just too much. # Despite the fact that I was back wearing a diaper this was the first time I felt I’d been treated fairly. There was no talking down or ordering me to do something, I was simply asked and I did it voluntarily. I was led back to the doctor’s office where they were looking at some results on screen. “Ah there you are James, all done?” She looked me up and down and smiled that encouraging smile again. “Now then,” she called me over to see the screen better, “these are the results of today’s examination as well as your health and civic reports since you arrived in town.” “Civic?” I queried. “Yes James, firstly, you’re very healthy and I can see no cause for alarm.” She paused for that to sink in and then continued, “Here in TYME we continually check on our entire population’s health. By using the finest medical, psychological and social data we can build a proper insight into each and every person who lives here. We see how each of us is different but that in some ways we’re all the same and by being able to assess such a diverse range of personalities, can make better decision for everyone.” She was saying it as if I should be impressed. I could see mom was and had that look of someone who approved of it all. I didn’t I thought it was invasive. “So you know everything?” I felt an argument coming on which I just knew mom wouldn’t want to hear. She was about to admonish me for daring to say such a thing but the doctor intervened before she could. “I see what you’re getting at James. You think this is too intrusive and is invading your privacy and possibly your personality and trying to make you something you’re not?” She got it in one. I nodded, much to mom’s annoyance. # “Well James, I see your point, and I’m sure there have been many people here who have wondered about the same thing.” I could see she was thinking and then that smile again, “However, it’s not normally eleven year olds that have such thoughts.” Was she having a go or actually surprised at my reasoning? “Are they sent to E10?” I ventured and still seeing in my minds-eye that huge and busy surgery. She looked at me and then across at mom. “Mmmm, I’ll let you into a little secret.” She lent closer into me. “There’s no such place as E10.” “WHAT?” “No, it’s just a ruse to hopefully get people to comply.” “Comply, that sounds...” “Yes, it does sound a bit authoritarian doesn’t it? Let me explain it this way. TYME was, and is, set up as an experimental town. The motto - TYME is on your side – isn’t meant as just a cute phrase (I’d heard this before) it really does try to make things better for everyone... and the reason there is no E10 is because everyone is of the same opinion – and that is, TYME is right for them.” No E10, what? Are they trying to backtrack? Is this place just playing mind games? I saw mom shuffle nervously in her seat. “I’ve tried to explain this to him doctor but he just isn’t interested.” She looked at mom, “No he doesn’t want to fit in because he feels he’s been betrayed by you and your husband.” I wasn’t expecting this attack on mom but she’d hit the nail on the head. Mom also wasn’t expecting this either. “We wanted what’s best for the family...” she was almost in tears and I knew it was because my attitude continued to pain her. Doctor Susan reached out and touched mom’s arm, “And you found the ideal place but we still have one very unhappy guy here. James still sees this move as cruel and undeserved. Is that correct James?” I was overawed by the way this doctor’s appointment was going. Not only that but I was impressed that she was taking time out to see things my way. Meanwhile, mom added her bit to the conversation. “But he’s eleven; we have to make choices for all the family’s benefit not just his.” “Indeed you do AND that brings me back to you James.” She looked me in the eye and asked outright if I enjoyed wetting my diapers. “No, no, NOOO.” I couldn’t emphasise this enough. However, at the same time my palm automatically stroked the bulge in the front of my onesie and it felt more of a comfort than an intrusion. # She pointed to a red graph on the monitor we’d been looking at. “This tells me that you have a psychosomatic block...” “You mean I’m stupid?” “No one thinks you’re stupid and although you’re wearing the E4 nursery outfit it’s not because anyone thinks that’s the case. That is to make a visual point about the way you behave... that you’re being treated no differently than any toddler because you act like one.” Ouch! I wanted to point out I wasn’t a toddler but it seemed a stupid thing to say. She said there was no E10 but I could still see the place in my head and that was pretty scary. “No, it’s an emotional block,” she continued, “one that only you can deal with. We are here if you need help but all we can do is point out the benefits of the town and hope you can see them for yourself.” “I’ve told him all this.” Mom was trying to make sure that she hadn’t been kidding me or missing out on my ‘TYME education’. “He just doesn’t want to be part of all this...as wonderful as it is.” The doctor looked at me. “It’s difficult, but you need to know something. You are very unlikely to get over wetting your diapers unless you can get over not wanting to be here.” I shrugged because somehow I’d had that thought already. Again I found my hand unconsciously reaching down to stroke the padding for reassurance. “Look James you started to wet yourself when you first arrived here. Your mom put you into diapers on a night to help you over this initial problem but instead of relieving you of the panic or frustration, you’ve been getting worse. So much so that not only do you wet at night but also during the day. You’ve driven yourself to this point and there’s a mental block that equates with you wetting and hating this place. You have to let that hate go.” I felt guilty, annoyed and wanted to blame mom, dad, TYME for this undeniable truth but all I could do was glow red and feel stupid. Doctor Susan continued. “TYME is for you and your family’s good. Your parents have done a great job in seeing this opportunity and seizing it to make all your lives better. You need to start believing in what your parents have been trying to tell you and...” “But I hate all of this...” I pulled at my onesie, “the uniforms, the badges that tell anyone and everyone about me and...” “But TYME is built on that style of social inclusion. It keeps track on everyone but it’s for the good of everyone. Because of all the data Mimi collects it means that we can be ahead of the game should a virus be about to sweep into town. We can plan for shortages and medical supplies. We can predict and prevent any problems before they happen and deal with them better if they do. TYME is...” “I know – on my side?” I said glibly. “Yes it is, but, you’re not convinced that you can still be... well, you.” “And my friends aren’t here.” “Mmmm,” the doctor noted, “we can do nothing about your friends but you have had loads of opportunities to make new ones.” “But I don’t want to.” “Well, that’s not strictly true is it?” “What do you mean?” I wondered if I was being tricked. “Well, I don’t want to bring too much attention to it but that,” she pointed to my gold star stuck on my onesie, “means more than you think.” “In what way?” “It means that’s just what you have done... you’ve made friends and what’s more appeared to enjoy doing so.” “But that was just a bunch of toddlers.” “It’s a start James. For perhaps the first time since you’ve been here, today, in E4, you really didn’t think of anything but having fun. In so doing... you made plenty of friends which means, even if you don’t think you like them, they like you.” She smiled a hopeful smile - she had a lot of them to give away. “I think James, if you give it a chance you might find that not only do you make friends easily but that you’ll be out of wearing a diaper pretty soon after as well.” That jolted my thoughts of escape and screwed up my plan to hitch-hike out of this place because I had to think ‘where would I go’ and realised for the first time I didn’t have any options. # Doctor Susan accompanied mom and me to the play area to collect Joshy who was deep in a game with a couple of other toddlers. She spent a bit of time chatting to him and at the same time doing an inconspicuous examination as he played. Eventually, we said our goodbyes and left the surgery. I had a lot to think about but both mom and Josh were in a very happy and talkative mood. “Is it beach now mommy?” “Yes sweetheart,” she checked her watch, “and daddy should already be there...” “Mommy, can I paddle and build sand castles?” “Of course, that’s what we’re going for and daddy will have set up lovely picnic... are you two hungry?” Joshy excitedly squealed “Yeaahhh.” But I was deep in thought. According to the doctor, all this wetting was down to me and the only way to stop it was to accept my parent’s view of TYME. The other thing was... I had enjoyed making friends and playing with the toddlers so now I had another worry. Could I only make friends with kids Josh’s age? # tbc #

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*Bladder / bowel control is based on subcontious intervention of autonomic processes. When urine is placed into the bladder, the bladder expands and stretch sensors on same trigger the sphincters to open. Toilet training teaches one to intervene in this process by closing ones external sphincter - i.e. holding it. (Simplified explaination) When one wears diapers for extended periods, it triggers ones memory to remember childhood and the reflex behaviour of voiding as soon as the bladder begins to stretch. What one notices from this is wetting the diaper almost without notice coupled with insecurity when not wearing a diaper. There are a few ways to handle this - Fully accept your need / dependance on diapers. This can be enhanced with hypnosis and/or others treatment of you - i.e. accepting that yu need diapers and checking and changing you as and when required. This also includes messy diapers. Attempt to deny this and always be on the edge of diaper dependant. Revert to training pants and attempt to toilet train yourself again. So, the simple answer to 'will wearing and using diapers 24/7 shrink my bladder' is yes because - bladder will shrink as you revert to almost autonomic voiding as soon as the bladder starts to expand - thus it will loose its ability to stretch OR no is you keep holding it until you feel you need to go. Most diaper wearers and users wet as soon as they feel the need once they are comfortable about the capability and capacity of their diapers. So, similar to what most have stated, wearing an article of clothing does not directly change ones behaviour, however, if one starts too revert to pre toilet trained behaviour, i.e. relax into using the diaper as comfortable as you did as a baby, your bladder & bowel control will diminish and your body will adapt / remember how to use the diapers. Once this starts, the associated information taht is being passed to your conscious mind of needing to void / voiding / in a wet / messy diaper becomes useless information. As a result, this information willl stop being passed to your conscious mind - i.e. the state of your diaper and your bladder / bowel needs. This can be accellerated if you have a parental figure that removes the choice of when / if your diaper will be changed. Still, wearing diapers without a parental figure making the choice of if/when they will be changed does not preclude you reverting to wetting without thought, numerous times and not realising you are wet until you physically check. This behaviour, without a parent, adds a level of stress to some, unless they trust their diapers and change by the clock instead of when they feel that they are wet.

Chapter Twenty Just Chilling Malissa waited patiently in the living room as Hunter worked on cleaning himself up in the shower. She browsed on her phone, relaxing on his plush couch as she listened to the faint sounds of water cascading from the shower head behind the closed door of his bathroom. She figured that he would likely take his time, as getting his fur properly cleaned out would likely be an unpleasant process. Unaware of the fact that he had a freshly shaven nether region, she felt some level of sympathy for the incontinence troubles her friend was having. While peeing himself in the library was somewhat entertaining, she had grown more concerned for her friend’s health as he continued to have such troubles. She figured that he had acquired some kind of incontinence products at this point, and wanted to respect his privacy as much as she could while still showing him that he had her support. Poor thing… And right around finals to boot, yeesh… He definitely is going to need to chill during winter break, that’s for sure. She thought to herself, looking up from her phone to gaze at the bathroom door, a thoughtful expression on her muzzle. Her whiskers twitched as she thought, wondering whether she would be stepping over the line to make the offer she was currently considering. She felt her cheeks growing a little warm at the thought. He’d probably be too embarrassed to say yes… No… Maybe some other time, not now. To her surprise, she heard the water cut in its cascade and the sound of a shower curtain being brushed aside. A minute later, Hunter had stepped into the living room wearing a fresh set of clothes, his headfur still slightly damp and a sheepish expression on his muzzle. “Th-thanks for waiting… I really appreciate it.” He stuttered out, twisting his paws in front of him as he smiled at her. Marissa beamed back, his lips closed as she nodded an affirmation. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Malissa nodded over to the television with a questioning eyebrow. “You wanna… Like… Take a break?” Hunter thought for a moment, before nodding as well and taking a seat next to her on the couch. Malissa heard a muffled crinkle as he moved, and her suspicions were confirmed. He was taking steps to treat his incontinence. An image formed in her mind of Hunter wearing nothing but a diaper around his waist, and she felt her cheeks growing red once more at the thought of it. Given Hunter’s small size and relatively cheerful nature, the thought of him dressed up as a baby would tickled a part of Malissa’s mind. It was adorable, a cute idea, a reality that she realized was now something that Hunter’s self-esteem was likely wrestling with. She knew she should not comment on it, and she refrained. Still, the thought of the fennec prancing about with nothing but a thick, crinkly diaper on his butt made her stomach twist. It’s… Really cute… She thought, turning her attention to the program that Hunter had switched onto the television screen. They said little for about half an hour, watching in silence as the sun made its slow descent towards the horizon and casting long shadows in Hunter’s living room. Malissa could not stop thinking about the fact that Hunter was wearing a diaper. She figured that he was hoping that it was discrete enough for her not to notice, and she did not want to embarrass him. But still, she could not figure out why she could not take her mind off of it. She never before had thought so much about adults having to wear diapers, even when her cousin shared with her his own incontinence troubles. It was somehow different when it came to Hunter, something about it stuck in her head and caused butterflies to spring to the air inside of her stomach and flap about madly. She liked the idea of Hunter wearing diapers, her eyes grew wide as she zoned out of the television program and sunk deeper into her thoughts. I like it… She thought to herself, and before she could stop herself her gaze drifted down and settled on the front of Hunter’s pants. It took a second for the fennec to notice where the otter’s attention was now directed, and she glanced up quickly just in time to see his face grow slack and then slightly red from embarrassment. They spoke at the same time, stopping as they realized they were interrupting each other. “I’m no-” “It’s coo-” They looked at each other, then grinned. Malissa could tell that Hunter was okay with talking about it, so she looked down at her paws in her lap and did her best to appear a little embarrassed herself. She thought for a moment, before gathering up her bravery and asking Hunter directly. “What’s it like? Wearing them…” “Uhhh…” Hunter reached back to scratch the back of his neck with a paw, taking a moment to respond as he chose his words. “Com… fy? They’re comfy, but a little bulky.” Malissa nodded several times, as if she were eagerly absorbing information imparted to her by a most highly educated professor. Hunter continued, taking her silence as a cue to explain further. “I like them better in bed, to be honest. Waking up dry is nice, but wearing them out and about makes me a little nervous. I get a little paranoid that people might know what I’m wearing under my pants.” Before Malissa could interject, Hunter continued. “And yes I know, people don’t notice and even if they do they don’t care. It’s still something I get a little in my head about, you know?” Malissa resplied, her voice soft and understanding. “No, I get it. But you can’t help it, this isn’t something that you’ve been cursed with or whatever. It’s just biology.” Hunter looked a little past Malissa for a second, the corner of his muzzle twitching downwards. He looked like he was about to say something, but then turned his face away and faced the television screen once more. “Yeah… Biology…” He said flatly, appearing a little crestfallen. Malissa was not sure why he had this reaction, but figured that talking about a relatively intimate part of his personal health was just something that he was not used to. The idea that she had before sprang back into her head, and she bit her bottom lip as she too faced the TV screen once more. Should I? I want to… It’ll just be a joke, just for fun… But… “Hey.” She said, and Hunter turned towards her once more. She continued, feeling her heartrate escalate as she asked him the question that she had told herself would be totally rude for her to prompt him with. “Can I see it?” Hunter stared at her, his muzzle a mixture of confusion for a second before he understood her query. He looked down, his cheeks blushing profusely as his paws twisted in his lap once more. The fennec appeared unsure of what to do, but then he shook his head and closed his eyes. A stupid grin spread across his muzzle, and he laughed softly to himself before nodding and standing up. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, his shoulders relaxing as he reached down to unbuckle the front of his jeans. Malissa watched with bated breath as he unzipped his fly, shimmying his hips as he pulled his pants down the thick undergarment. Malissa did her best not to gape open mouthed as she watched, her eyes alighting on the little cartoon baby animals wearing their own diapers springing out at her. Oh my god that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen… She thought to herself, as Hunter’s face grew even redder. He stood up, placing his hands on his hips and did his best impression of pride as she showed off his crinkly underpants. Before she could stop herself, Malissa reached forward and gently touched her paw pads against the front of his padding. Hunter did not move, and she could only guess at what thoughts were racing through his head as she examined his diaper more intently. She looked up, deciding that since he had been vulnerable with her, she would return the favor. “Hunter… I think they’re really cute.” “Ha, you think so?” Hunter’s voice was tight, and appeared to be struggling to maintain his composure. Malissa nodded, her voice imploring as she continued. “No, I’m serious. I actually think they look super cute on you. Like, your body type totally matches them. It’s kind of hot.” Hunter’s mouth fell open, and Malissa quickly looked down as her face burned. She could feel her blood pooling in the vessels in her face from the embarrassment of her statement. Did I really just admit to Hunter that I think he looks hot in diapers? He’s going to think I’m a total dweeb for this… “Hey, thanks! Honestly not the reaction I was expecting but definitely the best one I could have received.” The otter looked up, and saw that Hunter was grinning at her. He appeared pleased, the initial nervousness was now gone as he laughed with a note of incredulousness in his voice. Malissa could tell that his mood had lightened somewhat as he continued, her voice tinged with humor as he teased her. “Honestly, Malissa, I would have never guessed that you’d be into this. You know how annoying it is to try to act as cool as I do while wearing baby pants? I wish everyone had the same opinion as you about diapers.” Malissa laughed once, more of an exhalation of breath than a genuine sound of amusement. She was still feeling anxious about just how much she had revealed to Hunter, but was happy that he was taking it in stride. She shook her head, reaching forward to poke the front of his padding once more with a finger. “Yeah diaper butt, and now I know you wear them every day and can remind you about them too if you get too cheeky. In public.” Hunter appeared to falter at this, and Malissa giggled at his reaction. She shook her head, her mouth closed as she gave him a mock disapproving look. “Wow, you really bought that one huh?” Hunter nodded sheepishly, scratching the back of his ears once more before replying. “I mean… Don’t?” “I won’t. Jack will notice though eventually.” “Yeah… That’s going to suck…” Malissa raised her eyebrows in a knowing fashion, looking at him from the side as she continued. “Don’t worry, I’ll punch him if he gets too mean.” “Can I punch him too? Like both of us from one side, at the same time?” “Honestly I’d just like to do that just for fun.” Hunter laughed, reaching down to bring his pants back up once more with some effort. He was about to pull his belt buckle into place, when Malissa reached forward and gently grasped his paw. “Don’t. Just keep your pants off. It’s cool.” Hunter looked up at her, unsure. Slowly, he undid his fly once more, pulling his jeans down until they were gathered around his fuzzy ankles. He stepped out of them, his knees brought together as his tail reflexively moved from behind him to cover his padding. Malissa nodded approvingly, patting the spot next to her on the couch and indicating towards the TV with a lazy finger. “Yeah, that’s more comfy. I want to be able to see that padded tush of yours during the commercial breaks.” The otter could tell that she was now properly flustering the fennec, but he appeared to keep his cool as he sat down next to her once more. The padding forced his legs apart just far enough to make it noticeable, a detail that Malissa found particularly enjoyable. They resigned to a welcome silence as they continued to watch, with the otter occasionally stealing glances down at Hunter’s diaper. He noticed of course, but was far too overwhelmed by the fact that his friend had hinted at finding him attractive, and in diapers no less. He tried to keep his thoughts focused on the TV to no avail, as his mind was too busy going over what Malissa had said to him. Hunter could not bring himself to fully accept what Malissa had told him, as there was still one factor he had not entirely ruled out. Was this Malissa talking, or was the effects of the curse that was causing her to further encourage him into wearing infantile clothing. He had no clue.

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!

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 #

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.